Nick's tattoo above but for him, it's on the inside of his arm.

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The feeling that everything is going right, I wonder how long it will last. Everything is perfect in my life at this moment. I have everything I need, except for a car, but I plan on getting one soon with the money I have saved up.

I'm not much of a spender, I just don't like to spend my money if I don't need to. Some people find saving hard but not me. From a young age, I have worked to earn my money. Dad always told me that I was a good worker and was more than happy to pay me to do jobs at home. I mean, buying a house these days is hard, they cost a lot of money, like a ridiculous amount. I have decided that I want to buy a car and then save for a house. I have more money than I need for a car so I've already started to put aside money for a house. I don't want to live in the city, I don't even like going to uni in the city but I've gotten used to it a bit. I want to live in a country town without my neighbours living on top of me. That's my dream.

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"And then you just stir it and let it heat through," I explain to Nick.

"Easy enough. I can watch this if you want to get changed?" He offers, gesturing towards the soup.

"Okay, I'll be right back." I tell him.

I change out of my bathers into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. The night isn't too cold and the fire is delightfully warm so I won't get cold. I chuck my hair into a messy bun and head back. I have given up on shoes already so I'm barefoot, but I keep my eyes out for snakes just in case.

Nick has the soup served into two cups and has put on a shirt when I return. I suddenly feel this weird feeling in my gut like something's off but I label it as nervousness and disregard it. His back is facing me and he looks deep in thought.

"Thanks," I say, regarding the soup. I take a seat next to him.

"It's fine," he smiles, handing me a mug and a fork.

The familiar, thick, sweet soup enters my system and I internally moan. So simple but super duper good. Nick gives me praise and I thank him.

"Now I have something for you." I shoot him a quizzical glance but he doesn't reply. Instead he walks over to his truck and brings out a ceramic cook pot and rod like thing. Without explaining, he sets up the rod thing, which is actually a stand with a hook hanging from the centre, and hangs the pot on it.

I'm still looking at him like he has grown another head, so he explains, "Dessert."

He is my god right now. I dig a guy who can cook, but dessert? Okay, there must be something he's bad at, you cant have the whole package. He already has charming and handsome, he must be stupid or something. I will figure this out, and you know what they say, there isn't any time like the present.

"What's your downfall?" I don't even sugarcoat it, he's a tough guy.

"What?" He chuckles.

"You can't tick all of the boxes, what are you bad at?" I explain.

"Sorry, but I'm as perfect as Kurt Coleman," he jokes and we both laugh.

"How about we take turns in asking each other questions?" He suggests.

I agree, "Sure, you ask first."

"Okay, childhood pets?

I tell him about Apricot the horse, Milo the cat, Butch the dog, Cami the deceased budgie and Liquorice the deceased rabbit.

We go on for some time, asking harmless questions until it starts to get more serious.

"What's your full name?" Nick asks me.

"Don't laugh okay?" I give him a stern look. "April May McClain."

"You sure June isn't in there somewhere?" He smirks.

I slap him on the shoulder. "Ha-ha, no."

"You a May baby?"

I have had this one saved up for ages, time to shine, "Maybe baby." I grin and we both laugh.

"It was the last day of April when my mum went into labour and she started having me late at night and I was born over the month change of April to May. My parents didn't find out what gender I was but they had a feeling that I would be a boy, so they thought of a boy name but not a girls name. So when I was born, they had to think of something and so April May it is," I finish, out of breath.

"Woah, that's quite the story but are you sure June isn't in there?" He teases.

"No, you dimwit." I roll my eyes. "What's your family like?"

He grins at me for no apparent reason. Maybe it's because I called him a dimwit? Well there's more where that came from.

"Well my parents are complete opposites but they made it work," I nod. "They own a whole bunch of apartments and rent them out. My dad is a complete extrovert and loves to socialise. Mum is more quiet, she's lovely but isn't a big people person. My sister is twenty six. She is a veterinarian and she takes after my dad, loves people and parties."

"They sound really cool."

"Yeah, I guess. What about your family?"

"So mum loves gardening and animals. She's awesome and a great cook but she's really messy. Dad also likes animals and plants so together they grow fruit and vegetables to sell. They also breed cows and bulls and sell their offsprings. Dad and mum are pretty similar and they are like best friends."

"You grew up on a farm right?"

"Yes, but it wasn't your turn mister," I poke his chest.

It's amazing how comfortable I feel right now. The conversation flows freely, even though it's a game, and I'm not feeling awkward, at all. Yes, I'm very aware of his presence but it doesn't feel like I need to try and impress him. I'm actually being myself and I love that.

Nick has had an interesting life. His mum was off chasing her dreams of becoming an artist when he was little so his dad was left to raise him. She came back from Europe, not having been successful and re-joined his father in the apartment business. I'm pretty sure they are rich. Once they got back all they spent on the apartments it would become income for them and by the sounds of things, they have had the apartments for a while and they're fancy.

Nick had a cat growing up, apparently his sister begged so much that his parents gave in and they got one. His birthday is in January, on the ninth. Nick's favourite sport is football (AFL) and he supports Hawthorn. I'm glad I finally met someone who barracks for the same team as me, it's pretty cool. I prefer to play volleyball but I don't really like to watch it. Football on the other hand, I love to watch it but I've never had anyone to watch it with. Sorry Nick, but I'm dragging you along with me.

I feel like he's leaving out something. I am, but I have a good reason, and he hasn't asked. Even if he did though, I don't think I would tell him, not yet anyway. After all of the time I spent getting over it, I can't afford to let it surface.

"Hey, I think dessert is ready." He stands up, stretching after sitting for a while.

He skilfully removes the pot with a stick to avoid burning himself. The lid is removed and a delicious, rich, chocolate aroma overtakes the smell of smoke. It's too dark for me to see exactly what it is but chocolate anything is amazing. With a spoon, he dishes the gooey looking mixture into two bowls. Today, we bought a small tub of ice cream that we could finish tonight before it melts tomorrow. He spoons half of it into each bowl and hands me one with a clean spoon.

"Thanks, what is it?" I ask.

"Chocolate self-saucing pudding," he smirks, knowing he's hit a soft spot of mine. A big, fat, gigantic soft spot, all for the one thing, chocolate. And when I'm on my period, that soft spot's size drastically increases.

My mood was good before I had tasted the pudding but after? Well, let's just say I'm not going to sleep anytime soon.

"It's a camping tradition. When dad, my sister and I went camping as children, we started the tradition where we would have chocolate self-saucing pudding on the first night. It was one of dads best recipes and he taught it to me. He said women were not to make it, it had to be done by men."

His eyes light up when he talks of his childhood. I know he didn't have it perfect, his mum was missing from a large chunk of his life, but I don't think it had a negative effect. Yes, there are things that nobody except for a mother can provide like a mothers love, but he and his sister would have a better relationship with their father than most other people.

"Cool. Anytime you want to make this, I am more than willing to participate in the consuming of it," I inform him. This is my new favourite form of chocolate. It is absolutely divine, he grins.

"So, do you have any scars?" I question him, still wanting to find out some more personal things about him.

"Yeah," it looks like he's debating weather or not he's going to tell me. "I've got a tattoo."

The mood has drastically changed and I have no idea why. My overactive mind goes to work and begins to brain storm the possibilities. Has this triggered something? Is this related to what I think he's leaving out?

His voice pulls me out of my thoughts, "Do you want to see?"

"If it's okay, I mean you don't have to show me."

He pulls up his left sleeve to reveal a paper airplane with a trail behind it. Although it's dark now, with the aid of the fire, I can see it. Tattoos have always intrigued me. I don't like it when people have sleeves or just a lot of them but I don't mind a couple, as long as they mean something to them.

"What does it mean?" My finger traces the shape.

"I lost someone," he tells me in a solemn voice.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." I remove my hand from his arm and he pulls his sleeve back down. I don't know how I never noticed it before, even when we were swimming. I guess it is sort of hidden on the inside of his arm.

"It's okay, it was a while ago," he reassures me with a smile but I can tell that it's pained, I don't push it. "If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?"

One day, I want to travel the world. I want to go everywhere and see everything but I know that won't happen. I've never left Australia, except for Tasmania but that doesn't really count.

"I want to travel the world but if I had to choose one place it would probably be Thailand." I say, remembering all of the late night google searches.

"I've been there, it's cool."

"Cool? Are you kidding me? It's amazing and beautiful and awesome and I haven't even been there!"

Okay April, chill. My subconscious mocks me. Internally, I roll my eyes and kick her in the gut. Yeah, she's in pretty bad shape.

"You alright over there?" Nick chuckles.

"Yes," I giggle. The way he looks at me makes me feel like I could melt. Well it's more likely that the fire would melt me than his eyes but like Ricky Dillon, I don't give a what.

"Okay, um, can we say things about ourselves, I can't think of anything." My mind has stopped working.

"Good idea." He stops to think, "I live in one of my parents apartments."

"I want to get a tattoo."

"Really, why?"

"I don't know, I've always wanted one but I can't decide what to get." He nods approvingly.

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After washing the dishes, brushing my teeth, going to the toilet and saying goodnight to Nick, I enter my tent. I pull my sleeping bag out of its pouch, using one of the lanterns Nick brought for light.

Once I'm comfortable, I take out my phone and check the time, it reads 12:08. I plug it into my rechargeable battery so it's charged for tomorrow and then let my body get its own version of charge, a certain somebody on my mind.

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