We pulled up to the beach a few minutes later. The sun was already setting, and a good amount of people were already milling around, the fire high in the sky. I went to get out of the car as Dennis parked, and Collin reached over and handed me my backpack.
I reached over and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you."
"He gets that for handing you a backpack?" Clarkson inquired.
"What do I get if I carry it for you?"
Collin leaned forward and shoved him, hard.
"Okay, okay," Clarkson relented, rubbing his arm.
I stepped out of the car, and Collin met me around the opposite side, wrapping his hand around mine. I didn't like it much when we fought. Especially when it was over something trivial.
"I'll carry it," Collin said, slinging my backpack over his shoulder before I could say anyt
