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 rush of river water a constant, whispering taunt. Pine smoke from Claire's fire circle twisted into the air, blending with the sharp scent of spilled beer and damp soil. Johnny's tent stood perfect beside yours, a testament to Gibsie's quick work, while Lizzie's canvas lay in a defeated heap. Gibsie ambled over to her, all lanky confidence and off-color jokes, his blond curls catching the dying light. But when Lizzie's voice cut through the evening, sharp as shattered glass — "Did you even read the directions?!" — the atmosphere shifted. His grey eyes hardened, the playful mask splintering. You saw his jaw clench, watched him shove the tent pole down, looming over her. "Are you making fun of me 'cause I can't read?" The word…