The two of you had been planning this for weeks. You lay on the cold, grassy ground— it was hard to tell if it was wet or not, but you couldn't care less. Lamine rested beside you, sprawled out on the grass. He looked comfy.

All this to say that you two snuck off. No one noticed when walked away from the campfire, apparently. It was your grand plan— ever since you knew that the school was doing a camping trip, and that Lamine did not have any training or games that day, he nagged you every other day about sneaking off to see the stars. You weren't sure why, but it sounded fun.

So, here you were. Your best friend beside you, watching the night sky, with some student's guitar strumming far away serving as background noise, along with the sounds of trees rustling and insects buzzing. The silence between the two of you was comforting.

He decided to break it. "Y'know, the stars are really nice. They don't look like this in the city."