Kitty 🐺

Flex

Camping had been great, more than great actually. It was just Matt and I, out in the forest. No phones, no electronics, nothing. Detaching from the world.

We had done so much during the day, and ended it with a campfire, like what we were doing now.

Throwing another log in the fire, I sit back in my camping chair. Matt day quietly next to me, poking at the fire with a stick.

I look over to him, inwardly laughing at the fact that he wasn't wearing a hoodie or a sweater, just a plain T-shirt.

I also notice a mosquito on his arm, but he didn't.

"Matt," I say, pointing to the mosquito, "You've got something on your arm."

He looks down at it for a second before he holds back a smile.

I just stare as he flexes, sending more blood into the mosquito than planned. It explodes with a small pop, leaving a spot of blood on Matt's arm.

I was speechless, not only from the mosquito, but the fact he flexed. Damn, he's got some muscles.

"That was probably the most epic thing I've seen." I say, turning to look back at the fire while shaking my head.

"I'm tired, don't question me." Matt half laughs, half yawns.