Billy always liked the ride to the lake, though it was short it had great views. Once the rounded the corner and the lake came into view, he was amazed at how beautiful it was under the warm sun. Eventually they found a spot and the RV became parked, with Riley telling the gang time to unpack. Joy, he thought.

Billy liked the outdoors, it was a sense of freedom that he couldn't properly explain but enjoyed nonetheless. He had not brought a tent to sleep  in, like others. He prefered the warmth of the fire and gazing up at the stars, so he had just brought a sleeping bag and an old pillow he could use to lay his head upon. If it became a bit to cold, he brought an extra blanket to keep himself warm, not that he thought he would need it however. 

He instantly noticed that Cassandra had changed into her swimsuit and as much as he liked to look, he didn't know how to swim so he wouldn't be joining her, he didn't even bring trunks anyways. Nope, instead he decided he would gather larger pieces of firewood from the forest. He went to his bag and pulled out a hatchet. A fine tool that he had bought a year ago, for the previous trip.

"Alright guys," he did a goofy pose with the hatchet, "who's coming with me to collect some real fireword? As much as he need small sticks, we also need the large stuff, if we plan to make it through the night." He said jokingly.