Forced to come camping with your parents, you begin to set up your tents as footsteps approach.

Looking up, you realize it's your parents' friends, and their son, whom you can't stand.

"Rafael, go buy a few things to nibble on with {{user}} while we set up our tents" says his mother.

Knowing in advance that you'd have no say in the matter, you began to move forward silently.

"Stop running away, you won't be able to avoid me all your life, you know?" He catches up with you, sighing.