Streak

'Fuck it.' He thought. He got out of his sleeping bag. It was dark out and the lamp was off in both tents, his family was either sleeping or trying to. He put on some socks and shoes, and exited the tent. If his sister heard him, she didn't care.

First he actually walked over to his parents tent and unzipped the flap.

"Hello?" It was his mother's voice.

"Just getting some bug spray."

"Oh, yeah, those things have been eating me up all evening. Would you like some help?"

"Sure."

She grabbed the spray can and joined him outside. It was dark, and they could only see the outlines of each other. He formed a star shape with is body, spreading out his arms and legs. His mother was completely unaware as she sprayed every inch of him. He felt sticky all over as she returned to her tent and presumably went back to sleep.

And with that, Nate walked down the gravel road. He passed by other campsites, some with campers choosing to remain awake indicated by the glowing tents. He didn't encounter people, though. So he walked by a few tents with their lights off and worked his way up to the ones where the people were clearly still awake and capable of hearing him. He walked by one and they could hear his shoes on the ground. He heard a "hello?" and dashed off. He heard a zipper, but he was long gone before they would see him. It was such a thrill. His heart was beating fast and he continued moving quickly until he saw some light. It was the bathrooms/washrooms. They were well lit and anything around them would be spotted from a distance. So of course Nate had go near them.

He didn't hear anything as he approached the small building, just crickets. There were two doors, one on either side, one for the men's bathroom and one for the women's bathroom. Nate already knew the difference from coming up here to change into his clean shorts, which were now in his sleeping bag a few feet from his untrustworthy sister. He wondered if she noticed. If she decided to check if he was still there and saw that there was nothing but his clothes, indicating that he left naked? Maybe she already told their parents and they were thinking of ways to punish their little streaker, nudist, exhibitionist? Maybe they had called the main building and told them to look out for their pervert son? He savored this fantasy as he opened the screen door to the men's bathroom.

He looked in, making sure just his head was visible. He saw no one in either the showers or stalls. When he discovered he was alone we sauntered through the door and started to explore. He saw that the showers had curtains instead of doors, meaning that, in a crowded room, there would be just freely hanging cloth between him and everybody else. He wished he was talking a shower. But it was late, and he wouldn't have any audience.

In the restroom area he could see himself in the mirrors over the sinks. He was standing naked, except for shoes, as if that made a difference, in a public restroom. Anybody could walk in at any moment and see him. As if on cue, he heard footsteps outside, on his side. He quickly entered a stall and locked the door behind him. just as he heard the screen door creak open. Through the gap he could see a man walk in and towards him and notice that there was someone in the stall. All that this man could see was someone in the stall wearing shoes and what he assumed to be shorts, as his legs were exposed. The man took the stall next to him and locked the door. Nate saw the man's feet underneath the wall. The feet were facing the wall, the toilet, meaning that he couldn't look out the gap in the stall. Then there was a sound of running water. While the man was pissing, Nate exited his stall and hoped there wasn't anyone outside to greet him.

He walked out the screen door, relieved not to see anyone. But as he started walking towards the path, he saw a light coming, not steady like headlights, wobbly and wavering like a flashlight of someone coming down the path. He quickly turned around and ran to the trees. He wasn't heading in a direction where he would get lost. Ahead of him was a series of campsites all of which were asleep. Perhaps Nate woke them up with his loud-ass sneakers as he ran across the noisy ground.

Eventually, he found his way back to his campsite much quicker than he had left it, nearly getting lost in the dark along the way. He had to stop and look closely at a sign that said the number of what campsite he was at, using the light of the moon and his adjusting eyes to make out where he was and where he needed to go. And then he heard gravel behind him and saw steady lights coming down the bend. He dove into the trees once more and laid there until the vehicle had passed. It was a big truck. From what he could just make out on the side, it belonged to the campground. After that he was sneakier walking around. But he got there, back to his tent. And his sister appeared to be asleep as he climbed into his bag and dosed off, tired.

When he woke up in the morning he was nude. He thought that was weird, as he never slept naked. Memories flooded his mind, but he could tell what was real and what was a dream. It was all real, but he didn't know that. As he put his clothes on he could hear his sister outside. She must have woken up just before him.

"Mom! Nate left the tent when it was dark!"

"I know, he came to our tent to get some bug spray."