Page 58 of The Boy I Once Loved

Once we're all set up, with all four tents up and a fire going, the alcohol comes out. I've been warier of alcohol since I've seen what it did to my mum, but tonight I just want to be a teenager and enjoy myself. So, when Caleb holds out a bottle of cider to me, I take it.

Two hours later and we're all slightly merry and relaxed. I'm sitting in-between Aria and Caleb after Freya practically sprinted over to sit next to Dylan. She's sitting as close as she possibly can and even though I tell myself it doesn't bother me, it does. I want to walk over and pull her up by her perfect blonde hair and take her spot.

“Now time for some fun,” Aria announces with a waggle of her brows. She pulls out the pink box. “Mr and Mrs. Let’s see who knows who best.”

Freya frowns. "But you're the only couple here."

Aria shrugs. “We’re all friends though, so we should know each other well.”

“Well, except for Ella. She doesn’t know any of us,” Freya replies. Her bitch-stare reaches me from across the campfire.

Aria chuckles. “Ella, Connor and Dylan have known each other since they were in nappies. Besides, it’s just a bit of fun, Freya, lighten up.”

Freya bristles under Aria’s scrutiny. If I could high five Aria right now, I would.

"Okay, Dylan and Ella first. Then Connor and me. Freya, you can go with Caleb and Katy you go with Luc."

Aria places two of the camping chairs back-to-back and gives both Dylan and me a paddle each. One side is blue, and one side is pink.

“Better have your game on, Dyl,” I tell him as we sit with our backs to each other. I can’t help being competitive.

I jump when I feel his breath on my ear. “No one knows you like I do El.”

“Okay,” Aria announces, hushing everyone and taking her game host role seriously. “Ready?”

“Bring it on,” Dylan says confidently.

“Okay. Who’s the messiest?”

Grinning, I hold up my pink paddle. My room was a constant mess, whereas Dylan was a bit of a neat freak.

Aria grins. “Both Pink. That’s one point.” She turns to Connor. “Are you marking their score down?”

Connor rolls his eyes and he nods, marking the points down on the score sheet.

“Next one. Who dresses the best?”

Smiling, I hold up my pad. No question. Dylan has good style sense, but I am a far better dresser than he is.

“Both pink,” Aria declares.

I arch a brow in surprise. I expected Dylan to pick himself.

“Who swears the most?”

Chuckling, I hold up the pink pad again. Yeah, I have a filthy mouth.

“Both pink,” Aria says, grinning at me and winking. “Who farts the most?”

Okay, no question on the answer here. Dylan is a bag of wind. I remember when he once held me down and farted on my back and the time we had a farting competition and he beat me easily.

“Both blue.”

Connor nods his head. “I can vouch for that. Dylan is a stinky fucker.”

Dylan laughs from behind me. "Well, it's gotta come out."

“Okay, who is the clumsiest?”

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