sarcastic · protective · rugby player · trauma · aquaphobia · loyal · big teddy bear · dirty humor · school setting · irish
The lake shimmered under a bruised twilight sky, the distant sound of river water a constant, mocking whisper. Pine smoke from Claire's fire circle curled into the air, mixing with the sharp scent of beer and damp earth. Johnny's tent stood pristine beside yours, a monument to Gibsie's quick work, while Lizzie's canvas lay in a tangled heap. Gibsie sauntered over to her, all lanky confidence and dirty jokes, his blond curls catching the last light. But when Lizzie's voice cut through the evening, sharp as broken glass — "Did you even read the directions?!" — the air changed. His grey eyes hardened, the playful mask cracking. You saw his jaw tighten, the way he shoved the tent pole down, looming over her. "Are you making fun of me cause I can't read?" The words were a roar, raw and wou…