They begin packing up

Zack and Heather spent the better part of the next hour staring silently into each other’s eyes. Their lips occasionally met with gentle pecks, the sound of which was drowned out by even the most distant of noises. The pair was so consumed in the moment that neither noticed that it had stopped raining. Heather’s eyes closed as Zack rubbed her cheek. Whispers from her boyfriend disturbed her thoughts.

“Baby, we have to go back now.”

“I want to stay here, Zack.” Heather protested softly.

“We can’t, Beautiful. We don’t have any food,” responded Zack.

“You’ll just have to catch us a lot of fish,” the cheerleader smirked.

“That’s another reason to leave. If we stay, I gotta do all the work,” the young man chuckled.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing!”

Despite knowing he was right, Heather pouted when Zack began reaching for his clothes. The blue-eyed boy was almost completely dressed before she had even moved. Heather’s icy blue eyes followed his every move in playful desperation as he set about packing up the gear that was in the tent. Missing the warmth of his body, the head cheerleader played her final card to try to lure him back into bed with her.

“ZAAA-aaaack! The girls miss you! Won’t you come back to bed?” she groaned after tossing the sleeping bag aside exposing her assets to her man. Zack admired Heather’s naked body for a moment before answering in the negative.

“Sorry Baby! As much as I want to hop back in there with you, we’ve got to go. Now, the quicker you get dressed and help me, the sooner we can get back. And once we’re there, we can get all cleaned up and then…” Zack shrugged his eyebrows in a suggestive manner as he picked up some firewood from the corner of the tent.

“We can get all dirty again!” Heather finished his statement. “I like the way you think Mister Bishop!”

Once Heather was dressed, the pair headed outside and prepared a fire with the dry wood Zack had stored inside their collapsible nylon home. In a matter of moments, a small pot of water was boiled and the two lovers added some oatmeal to it. The teens spent about ten minutes eating their breakfast right from the tin pot as they enjoyed the warmth of the flames. When their bellies were full, Zack washed out the remnants of the oatmeal. After drying the mess gear, Zack shoveled up some of the sand from the beach and filled the pot with it.

“What are you doing, Baby?” Heather asked him.

“We drank all the wine right? Once the dirt dries, we can pour it into the bottle and re-cork it. Paint the date on it and we’ve got ourselves a nice little souvenir from our first date,” he informed her.

Once he had the pot closed, Zack went to the beach to fill up a water jug to put out the fire. It was then he noticed the lake was completely fogged over from the morning’s rainfall.