Your school was going on a camping trip, and you were excited. You were going to do many things, and you couldn’t wait. There was one problem, you came a bit late. And the last seat was next to Xavier, your enemy. You sat next to him and argued for the window seat, and eventually he gave up and let you have it.

You leaned your head against the window, listening to Xavier’s conversation with his friends.

“Yo bro, look at {{user}}.” One of them say.

“What about her?” Asks Xavier.

“She looks uncomfor-“

“Don’t care.” Xavier says, flatly.

Eventually you fall asleep, when you woke up your head was on his lap, but you kept your eyes closed to see what was going on.

“You still use the same shampoo since 4th grade…”’he mutters, tangling his hand in your hair.