“Hurry up Jason, you’re so slow!” Emily yelled at him.
Jason walked the rest of the way up the hill and bent over to catch his breath. “We've been walking all day and you're not tired?”
“Nope, I've got dancer muscles.”
Jason sat on the ground. “Well, I have artist muscles and those are in my hands.”
Emily rolled her eyes. “Then walk on your hands.”
“No way!” he said.
“Fine, then don't complain.” She climbed into a small tree that was near the cliff she had spotted. She leaned back and let out a sigh of relief. Her legs were killing her but she wasn't going to tell Jason that.
He got up and sat at the base of the tree. “You had to take the good tree?”
She motioned around. “There are plenty of trees to pick from Jason. So pick one.”
He mumbled something and closed his eyes. Emily shook her head. He was too stubborn sometimes.
Emily stared at the sky and then she knew what he had said. She looked down to say something but Jason was fast asleep.