Chapter21

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If you don't solve
the problems from your past,
then they will follow you
into the future
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There we go again.
"Lucy! Zac!! Not in my tent !" I yell.

They jump apart and instantly Lucy blushes while Zac chuckles both leaving my tent and going somewhere else to suck each other's faces.

"Jeez" I mumble.

I feel someone's got breath behind my ear and instantly a hand slaps over my mouth.
My eyes widen and I struggle in their grip.

"Shhhh. . ." A familiar voice says.

"Boo!" He yells.
I kick his knee and let go of him.

"WHAT THE HELL JUSTIN!! YOU SCSRED THE SHITTY HELL OUT OF ME!!! That wasn't funny" I glare at his laughing features.

"I hate you" I grit my teeth.
"You love me babe" he winks.
"Well not now jerk" I send my last glare before pushing him and making my way out of the tent.

"Hazel...."

"Don't Hazel me..."

"Come on..."

Wow look at that butterfly up there, where did it come from?!

"Haaaaaaaazelllll"

Ignore him.
Gosh how much I love the colour of this tree! Brown. . . Green. . . Just amazing.

"Hazel Hazel Hazel Hazel"

Oh Em Gee!! I have a hole in my shoe, where the hell did it come from?

"So your ignoring me huh?"

"Congratulation captain obvious" John says after helping Emily with her tent.

"It as a joke" he whines.
"A horrible, unwanted, fucked up one" I push him.

"At least your talking again" he smirks.

"I got one immature jerk"
"Yes, and I'm all yours " he wiggles his eyebrows.

"May I invade your personal bubble and hug you please?" He pleads.

"No. I'm still mad"

"Pleaseeeeee?" He begs.

"No. And still no after 5 minutes, you--" before I can continue he pulls me in a bear hug.

"Justin!" I whine.
He doesn't answer me but buries his face in my neck.

"No personal bubble?" John asks while he drops some branches.

I roll my eyes and point my hand at Justin's head
"I don't think he gets it"

John chuckles and then we all hear another bang. . . The ones we've been hearing for the couple of days, and the guys ignore our questions when we ask.

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