The Camper

It's really getting bad out there. I should have checked the weather before I decided to go camping this weekend. I get so impulsive sometimes. Damn it.BOOMShit. The wind is really picking up. This tent is not going to hold up against strong wind. I’ll just pack everything up and sleep in the car for the night. That’s the safest thing. Yeah. That’s what I’ll do. BOOMOkay. See. This isn’t so bad. I’m in the car. It’s storming terribly. I’m all alone in this campground. The wind is so strong it’s shaking my car. This is fine. I’m fine. BOOMFuck. Is that hail? Does it hail before a tornado? Someone said that to me once I think. Oh shit. What should I do….BOOM BOOMI can’t sit here in my car. I need better shelter. Okay. Calm down. Just calm down. Where can you go? Where can you go? Oh! That guy! I talked to that guy today at his camper. He was super nice. He said if I needed help with anything I should come back. He did ask me to come back for dinner, he seemed to mean it. He was so nice. I was walking back from the lake with my paddle board and dropped my paddle. He called out to me and came down to get it. We did talk for a long time on his deck there at his camper. He gave me a beer. He seemed cool. Steve. He said if I needed help to come back. Made me promise I would.BOOM BOOM BOOMWell Steve, looks like I need some help.His camper wasn’t far from here. I’m gonna make a run for it. It was a big white camper and he had a big black truck. White fence round his deck. I can find it in the dark. Okay….here I go.Ah…shit. Shit, shit, shit. White camper, black truck. White camper black truck. Why are they all white campers? It’s raining so hard. Oh there it is!Ah! Damn it! I fell. Shit my knee. Ouch. Okay, white camper, black truck. White fence. This is it.KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKCome on, come on Steve. Please don’t be asleep. Please don’t be asleep.Oh I hear him! He’s opening the door!“Hey there! What on earth are you-” I cut him off.“I can’t stay in my tent because the wind is really bad and I don’t know if there is going to be a tornado and I’m really scared and you said if I needed help I should come back.” I spilled out as I stand on his deck in the rain.“Well get in here!” He opens his door wider and steps aside so I can step inside. “Thank you. I’m so sorry. I know this is weird. But I didn’t know what else to do, and the storm seems to be getting worse.” I turn to face him and notice he isn’t wearing a shirt. I can feel a blush creep up my face and quickly look away. “Why are you apologizing? I’m so glad you came here. I was actually worried about you and was going