Bubble Guppies Camping Novels & Stories

the gamma tips his chin at me and makes a weird motion with his hand, like a cowboy with an invisible hat, "Bradley Walters, Blood Moon gamma. Where can we set up camp?" All business. Good. "The barn is at your disposal, as are any of the open lands around the house. There's a creek about a quarter mile to your left. Three bathrooms. One in the workshop by the house, two inside the house, one upstairs and one down. You may use the spare bedroom if you like. Dinner will be ready shortly."

“But only if I get a sleeping bag next to yours.” I gave him a look. “Only if you promise not to steal my pillow.” “I’ll bring my own,” he said, eyes glinting. “And snacks. And backup batteries for your vape.” “Now that’s how you bribe a girl.” The boys agreed with a few more half-serious jokes, and just like that, our next plan was set: beach camping in San Diego. As we floated there under a patchy sky full of motel light pollution and lazy stars, I couldn’t help but feel this is the start of something that wasn’t part of my plan… but maybe better.

Scene – Whispering Pines Campground, Afternoon The van screeched to a dusty stop, scattering gravel beneath its tires. As the doors flung open, Tessy leapt out with a cheer. “We are officially unplugging from reality!” Helena stepped out behind her, shielding her eyes from the sun. “And walking directly into mosquito territory.” “Positive vibes, please,” Greg said, hauling their bags from the back. “We’ve earned this.” Leo popped a piece of chewing gum and slung a camping chair over his shoulder. “I still vote for a resort next time.”

I was eighteen when one of my friends and our girlfriends decided to sneak off for an overnight camping trip. The girls told their parents that they were having a sleepover with their girlfriends. We told our parents that we were going to go fishing for the day and would stay over night to get an early start at a favorite fishing hole. We loaded up Danny's car, stopped by the store for some hotdogs, drinks and S'more fixin's and headed for a little secluded swimming hole that we knew of in the foothills. In those days you could spend a whole week-end and not see another person. I loved the smell of the pines and the feeling of being embraced by the beauty of nature all around. Besides gettin

“That's my mother over there.” I caught Cassian peeking at me from the side of his eyes, when our eyes met, he quickly looked away. “Alright then, hold your parents’ hands and we'll start the tour.” *** The tour of the Bahamas camp was different from anything I had seen or read about. The entrance of the camp had a zoo, with monkeys, giraffes, tigers and even elephants. A full wildfire experience like The A****n. Sisi petted the elephants and I couldn't bring myself to move past the cage door.

' She gasps excitedly, and I wrestle her for my phone back, only for us to fall off the seat, giggling. 'Hailey! Mind your own business.' I blush. All the ladies except for Carol snicker. She is sitting there glaring, with her arms crossed. We arrive at our campsite at the Dandenong Ranges. Cora has organised a large oval marquee for all of us to sleep in. It’s massive and decorated with fairy lights and has a large round rug on the ground. There are double-sized, blow-up mattresses and a low, round coffee table in the middle, and cushions scattered around the table to sit on. It has a real boho vibe. Outside the tent there are log-seats, and a bonfire is already lit in the middle.

When I’m done, I come out from behind the tree and make my way over to them. I idly wonder what would’ve happened between them or what more they would’ve said, had I snapped that twig just a few moments later, while trailing behind them as they start in the direction of our campsite. Neither says a word the whole way there. As we get closer, the sweet, sticky, metallic scent of liquid copper fills my nose. The smell getting stronger and more potent the closer we get to the site. Bo is the first to greet us when we get back. “Are the pups alright?” Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp.

Ken joked, earning another pinch from me. "Angela, come join us! Let's have breakfast and catch up," Mom invited, motioning towards the rustic hut. Dyson and I playfully bickered as we made our way into Mom's cozy hut. It was small but secure, and we had brought along a camping tent since we wouldn't all fit in Mom's room. Ken's Hilux was also parked nearby for us girls to sleep in, away from any insects lurking in the plants. "Here, use this Off lotion so you don't get bitten by mosquitoes and other bugs around here," Mom handed us the lotion.

We always tried to get meaningful gifts and I loved seeing what they came up with. Several people in our gang were here. My friend Bridget came with her mom and grandfather. Oliver and Frankie’s dads came plus Vincent. And a few other people too. It was fine the house was huge. And me and the boys slept together nearly every night anyway so there were extra beds. We usually camped out in the living room. But tonight we decided to pitch a tent and sleep down at the beach. We were freezing but we’d made a huge bonfire. Frankie snuck a huge bottle of Vincent’s brandy, and Elijah and brought some weed.

Departing with Justine offered me the opportunity to have a look all around the campground for the first time. It was modest, with just a few dozen improvised tents and weapons and ammunition cache in the middle. We were just a few hundred meters away from the wharf, where Peter and Ricky were waiting for us with our sailboat. Gigi, Diana, and Nicolette were seated in the backseat, although Diana seemed to be awake. She was drinking from a jug of water and really smiled when she saw the two of us.