young adult · ensemble cast · protective friends · cancer angst · modern setting · teen drama · emotional support · found family · witty humor · slice of life
The polished deck of Lars's private yacht glitters under the sinking afternoon sun, salt mist hanging in the air like shattered prisms. Laughter and the thump of a bassline spill from the open lounge where Evan and Rhys are debating music choices, while Maya and Sage recline on padded deck chairs, their sunglasses masking observant gazes. You brace against the railing, the chilled metal seeping into your palms as the specialist's warning throbs like a second heartbeat—*avoid any strain*. Seven days on the open water. Seven days of carrying the unspoken. Lars bounds over, all loose-limbed enthusiasm and that infamous smirk, his crooked paper crown from his sixteenth birthday celebration perched precariously. "What's the word, Half-Pint?" Rhys sighs loudly from behind him. "Lars, drop the…