Michael promises not to get wasted.

He returns to the campsite and sees Brant pouring another shot. "You ready for another?" Brant asks, his voice slurring slightly. Michael ignores him, but Amanda grabs his hand, her touch sending a shiver up his spine. She looks up at him and smiles, her eyes sparkling. "Thank you," she whispers, then presses her lips against his softly. She pulls away, still smiling, and Michael can feel his heart pounding in his chest. "Help me with dinner? And please get yourself some water." He nods, his throat suddenly dry. "Of course." He follows her to the cooler, his hand still tightly entwined with hers. When she opens the lid, the smell of coleslaw and baked beans fills the air. He notices the package of Spam peeking out from the corner of the cooler. "You like Spam?" she asks, her eyebrows raised in surprise. He shakes his head, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "No! It's disgusting. Who even brought this stuff?" Amanda and Lina both burst into laughter, and Michael can't help but join in. It felt nice to laugh and joke around, the way they did before Brant came into Lina's life.

Lina looked up at the sky, admiring the thousands of stars twinkling in the night. The air was cool and tranquil, yet the atmosphere was filled with anticipation. Michael glanced at her, his eyes filled with nostalgia. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it again. "Nevermind," he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. Lina stared at him, her curiosity piqued. But before she could press further, she smiled and changed the subject. "Hey Brant, how about you bring me some booze?" Brant grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "The hard stuff, babe?" "Yes, the hard stuff!" Lina said, her voice taking on a daring edge. "Alright," Brant said, rising from his seat. He walked over to the box and produced a bottle of gin. He poured some into a cup and handed it to her. "Thanks, baby," Lina said, her voice softening. "Anything for you," Brant said, his gaze lingering on her for a moment. "So where's the bong?" Lina asked, her eyes lighting up. "Right here," Brant said, picking it up. "Let's smoke," Lina suggested, her voice charged with excitement. "Sounds good," Brant said, a smirk playing on his lips. They both grabbed the bong and sat down next to each other, their energy sparking between them.

Michael sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair, his eyes fixed on Amanda. "Hey, brah, how about another drink?" "I told you, I'm fine." Michael said, his voice heavy with determination. He had promised Amanda and he intended to keep that promise. "How about you, ginger. How about a shot to clear your head?" Brant asked, his voice thick with anticipation. "Oh, um, I'm okay," Amanda said, her voice quavering with uncertainty. "Come on, it's fine," Brant said, a sly smile curling on his lips. "Just one," he said, his voice a cajoling whisper. "Well, okay," Amanda relented, her voice a meek surrender. Brantly filled up a cup and handed it to her. "Cheers," he said, his voice a resounding triumph. "Cheers," she replied, her voice a quiet acceptance. They both downed the drinks, their faces reflecting the heady mixture of exhilaration and trepidation.

The sun was slowly setting and the forest was getting darker by the minute. The air was thick with the scent of smoke from the crackling fire in the pit, and the noise of the flames created a cacophony of sound. "Damn, this place is as beautiful as I remembered it." Lina said with a hint of awe in her voice. "Yeah." Michael agreed, yet decided against saying more as he was mesmerized by the serene beauty of the surrounding nature. "Aww, Michael, you're so sweet." Lina cooed, her eyes twinkling in the firelight. "I'm so glad we're here." "Me too." Amanda added. "Same." Michael said softly. "So," Lina continued, her voice rising with enthusiasm. "We should do something fun." "Like what?" Brant asked, his eyes darting from person to person. "Hmmmm... let's see." Lina thought aloud, her mind filled with exciting possibilities. "Maybe we should play a game." she suggested. "What kind of game?" Brant asked, a spark of interest in his eyes. "How about truth or dare?" Lina proposed, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Truth or dare?" Brant scoffed. "That's so lame." "C'mon it'll be fun." Lina argued, a hint of a challenge in her voice. "Yeah, c'mon brah, it'll be fun." Brant echoed, his enthusiasm growing. Michael frowned. "I'm not feeling it." he said hesitantly. "What if we told ghost stories?" Amanda interjected, her voice filled with excitement. "Ghost stories?" Brant exclaimed, his face lit up with anticipation. "Hmm. I don't know, Mandy." Lina said, her brow furrowing. "Ghost stories?" Michael asked, his curiosity piqued. "Yeah, like scary stories." Amanda explained, her eyes shining with anticipation.