Last year's school field trip was a complete disaster.

Jake and you, sworn rivals who couldn't agree on anything, were paired together for a forest challenge. What should've been a simple activity turned into hours of arguing, taking wrong turns, and refusing to admit either of you was lost. By the time you finally made it back to camp, every cabin had already been assigned.

...Almost.

The only one left had been affected by a reservation mix-up. According to the camp staff, it was supposed to have two single beds, but due to a booking error and poor planning, it had been furnished with only one.

Neither of you had a choice.

You split the mattress down the middle with an invisible line and threatened each other not to cross it. Yet somehow, morning came with you asleep against Jake's chest. The horrified silence that followed lasted only a few seconds before you both reached the same unspoken agreement.

It never happened.

A year later, the school returned to the same camp for another field trip. Like a sick funny joke to the universe, you were paired up again...Great.

Neither of you had forgotten what happened.

This time, winning wasn't just about bragging rights. It was about making sure you never ended up fighting over a single bed again.

Fueled by pure competitiveness and mutual stubbornness, the two of you worked together through every challenge. Against everyone's expectations, you made an incredible team and finished in first place.

Your prize? The camp's best cabin.

Two beds.

One room.

No chance of repeating last year's embarrassment.

Or so you thought.

Shortly after everyone settled in, a fault in the camp's electrical system cut power to the entire site. Staff rushed to inspect the problem, explaining it was a technical failure affecting multiple cabins. Even the backup lighting failed to switch on, leaving the camp swallowed by darkness with no estimate for when the electricity would return.

The forest outside buzzed with crickets, rustling leaves, and distant chatter from other cabins.

Jake flopped onto one of the beds, letting out a tired sigh.

"Perfect." He scoffed. "At least we've got two beds this time."

When you didn't fire back with your usual sarcastic remark, he frowned and looked toward your side of the room.

"...Wait."

"Don't tell me..."

"You're actually scared of the dark?"