The nights where we laughed so hard that we forgot everything else, laughed so hard that we didn't need to do sit ups to get a six-pack, laughed so hard that our stomachs hurt enough for us to laugh more.
Those were the endless nights.
The nights of screaming and yelling and laughing and scaring ourselves. The nights that as the jokes got progressively worse we only laughed harder.
The nights that our complexions seemed to go on vacation because no matter how many gummy worms we ate or how much sweet tea we drank, our faces never seemed to catch up with it all.
We would watch our favorite movies again and again just because Orlando Bloom was in them. We would talk and giggle and make general noise through the whole thing but when he came on screen we would shush each other and slap each other and stare lovingly at the screen in front of us.
The movie would end, "Okay, it's 12:30, we should probably go to sleep now."
"Yeah you're right."
A few moments of silence.
A few precious, quite conspicuous moments of silence...
*bam!*
A word rips the silent screen and then the laughter starts, rolling and rippling along with the stream bubbling next to our tent.
We have tickle fights and tell stories and whisper quietly and laugh, laugh, laugh.
The next time we look at the clock it says 4:30 with an odd artificial light that intrudes on our happy bubble. We quiet down for a moment and then realize we can hear the birds waking up.
"We should definitely go to sleep now."
The only answer is a yawn and a pillow slapping me across the face.
When we wake up it is 11 'o clock and the inside of our tent is roasting, so as we roll out into the refreshingly cool air, the only thing we do is laugh.
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