Micah walks with me to the front door, 'We should go camping for your eighteenth birthday next week?' He says.

　　'That sounds amazing. Just you and me?' I ask.

　　'Just you and me,' he winks.

　　'Did someone say camping?' My father asks behind me.

　　'Micah is going to take me camping for my birthday,' I smile.

　　'What a wonderful idea! I'll let your mother know we will all be going camping,' he says and walks back into the house.

　　My shoulders slump, and I give Micah an apologetic look.

　　'Don't worry about it. The more, the merrier, right?' He says.

　　'Sure,' I sigh.

　　'Plus, we can always go camping together...