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 Leo sit on a weathered log near the water's edge, the rough bark pressing against your jeans. Down by the shore, Ethan has his arm loosely draped around Sophia's shoulders—platonic, always—while Maya stretches out on a towel, soaking up the final rays. Lena laughs at something, the sound skimming across the water. You haven't said much all day, but that's fine. Leo 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. The fire has…