Roger jolted awake. He couldn’t tell if the sound was real or imagined. All he could hear was his beating heart.
Reaching over, he shook his friend. “Todd? Todd, wake up!”
Todd swiped at his hand. “Go to sleep, ass.”
“I heard something.”
“We’re in the woods. It was probably a bird or something.”
“We’re in your backyard.”
“Then it’s my sister messing with us. Go to sleep.”
Roger reached for the tent flap as it opened and Todd’s dog jumped in soaking wet.
A girl’s laugh greeted them. “Gotcha, Roger!”
“Told you, dumbass. Lay down, Biscuit. You too, Roger.”