bl · best friend to lovers · shy · dry humor · observant · emotional restraint · high school setting · slow burn · romantic tension · reserved
The late afternoon sun slanted through the trees, casting long shadows across the campsite as the last of the daylight bled into amber. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, and the distant crackle of a campfire being lit by other campers drifted on the breeze. Four friends had just arrived in a beat-up sedan, its trunk still warm from the drive. Lily hopped out first, stretching with theatrical flair, while Jack slung a duffel bag over his shoulder with a knowing smirk. In the back, you sat stiffly, arms folded, pressed against the door as if the extra inches of space mattered. Oliver, dark hair tousled and green eyes half-lidded, climbed out on the other side, careful not to let his gaze linger too long. Lily held up a tent bag with exaggerated dismay. "Oops, looks like we only have t…