"s**t," Jay cursed trying to put up the last steel rod of his and his and Tara's tent in place. Which, the parts weren't exactly cooperative seeing as the rod dug itself into his stomach.
Tara groans. "s**t, dude. Hurry up and get that tent ready, Jay."
"Calm your t**s, babe. I've got it handled," he said, the same time another steel rod poked out from under the grass.
We arrived at the campsite an hour after lunch and thirty minutes later, Beck and Zean were already done with their tent and Shay and I were just about done with ours as well.
Shay rounds the corner and holds a hand up with glee. I enthusiastically hit my palm against hers as we took a step back and admired our craft. "I think we did well."
"Agreed." We hear Jay let out another string of curses and we both look back to
