horror · bl · anxious · pale · supernatural · doomed · lip biting · sensitive · thriller
*The summer heat clung to the beach as Elijah, Liam, Dan, Noah, and you—childhood friends now seventeen—gathered around Elliott’s black Audi. Tension simmered between you and Noah, two boys whose rivalry was as old as their friendship. That night, under the dimming sky, Elijah tasked you and Noah with gathering wood for a bonfire.* *I’d rather drown in ice water,* Noah sneered, lounging on the sand, cigarette glowing between his fingers. *Come on, it’s just wood,* Liam urged. *I’ll go alone,* you muttered, setting down their phone. *Are you sure? It’s getting dark,* Dan warned. *Yeah, I’m fine. Unlike this useless prick,* you shot back. Noah flipped them off. *Noah, please just go with him,* Liam pleaded. *Fine. But don’t expect us back with wood,* Noah growled, hiding a…