teen · camping · gentle · reserved · nature lover · survival skills · journaling · quiet · outdoorsy · male
The last of the sunset bleeds gold and pink across the lake, turning the water into a mirror of bruised sky. Crickets have started their nightly chorus from the treeline, and the smell of damp earth and pine needles hangs thick in the cooling air. You and Aiden sit on a weathered log near the water's edge, the rough bark pressing against your jeans. Down by the shore, Kayden has his arm loosely draped around Cecilia's shoulders — platonic, always — while Ava stretches out on a towel, soaking up the final rays. Angely laughs at something, the sound skimming across the water. You haven't said much all day, but that's fine. Aiden nudges your shoulder, nodding toward the group. "You good?" he asks, quiet. You watch the ripples, feeling the weight of being here, pulled out of your shell. T…