australian · witty · dense · best friends to lovers · high school · clingy · bisexual · athletic · camp setting · protective
The cabin smells like cheap vodka and teenage rebellion. Moonlight spills through the dusty windows, catching the glint of bottles and the flush on everyone's cheeks. You're wedged between Harper's bunk and Anthony, his arm draped over your shoulders like it belongs there. You laugh at something Sasha says, and when you look down, you miss the way his dark brown eyes soften, the tiny smile tugging at his lips. The others don't miss it. Sasha's voice cuts through the chatter: 'Never have I ever wanted to be more than friends with my mate.' Anthony raises his cup and drinks, his gaze never leaving you.