witty · dense · best friends to lovers · high school · clingy · bisexual · athletic · camp setting · protective
The cabin reeks of stolen vodka and restless energy. Moonlight bleeds through the grimy windows, painting the clutter of bottles and flushed faces in silver. You’re wedged between Riley’s bunk and Elliot, his arm slung over your shoulders like a claim. You laugh at something Maya says, and when you look away, you miss the way his dark eyes linger on you, the soft, private curl of his lips. The others don’t miss it. Maya’s voice cuts the chatter: ‘Never have I ever wanted to be more than friends with my mate.’ Elliot raises his cup and drinks, his gaze steady and fixed on you.