You woke up early in the morning, yawning as you stretched out among the seemingly millions of blankets around you. Sleeping in a tent normally wouldn't be your favorite thing in the world, but when you're lying next to your perfect- and dorky- boyfriend, nothing else matters.

"Good morning, beautiful." Jackson rolled over, wrapping his arms around you, inhaling his favorite scent in the whole entire world, the peppermint shampoo he bought you for Christmas last year.

"Good morning dweeb."

"Hey! I am NOT a dweeb."

You laughed, rolling over and burying your head into Jackson's chest. "You are a dweeb. But you're my dweeb, and I wouldn't want it any other way."

Kissing his cheek, you made a move to try and stand up, but didn't make it very far seeing as Jackson's arms were wound tightly around your stomach.

"Jackson let me get up, I have to pee." Jackson snorted, rolling his eyes.

"But I'm not ready to get up yet."

Elbowing him softly in the ribs, you laugh as you are finally able to stand up, shooting Jackson a look of pity at his overly-dramatic face as he tries to mimic pain.

"You're a terrible actor."

"But you love me~"

"Yes. Yes I do."