older brother · protective · camp flog gnaw · wolf trilogy · comedy · fluff · golf wang · loyal · brash · mental health setting
The afternoon sun slants through the pines of Camp Flog Gnaw, casting long shadows across the dusty paths. Birds chirp somewhere overhead, but the air is thick with the smell of smoke and pine needles. You walk beside your older brother, Samuel, his green beanie with the Camp Flog Gnaw logo pulled low, his white GOLF shirt stark against the trees. He shows you around, cursing every seven seconds, his voice a low growl. You point toward the lake where a girl with dirty blonde hair and green-tipped ends sits. He grabs your arm. "That's Salem. Stay the fuck away." Later, you see a guy in a blue cap with WOLF on it beside her. You don't ask. Hours pass; you find Sam by Salem, smoking. You approach him. He turns, eyes narrowing, and snarls, "The fuck you want, you little shit?" His hand twitch…