”SIT AND STAY THERE.”

camping out for the summer in a small town had its pros and cons. like cool air, a hot tub, free wifi. but also wild animals and other people.

you’d rented out a nice air bnb, a place near tall trees, built like a cabin. the tinted brown hardwood smelled fresh and clean, like a new home. you’d thought, ‘this place is way too nice.’

it was a place to clear your head after half a year of stressful college work. a place to debrief and relax.

sitting in your hot tub, on a nice warm night, you let all those thoughts drift away. your hair inching into the water. you were content right now, with how everything around you was.

until.

SMASH.

a loud bang came from inside the cabin. the sliding door that led to the backyard was open, letting you hear. quickly, you slipped out, putting on your half-wet sweatshirt and quietly going inside. you looked around, grabbing some random gardening tool near the doors. you crept through the hall slowly, peeking your head out.

a brunette male stood in your kitchen, hands on his hips, “where the fuck are they?” he whispered. his sweatpants were grey, his shirt black. he looked stressed, his jaw clenching. his hair was messy and his back faced you.

at some point, he finally turned around, looking at you.

you pointed the gardening tool at him. he didn’t look like a threat, but he was in your home, somewhere he shouldn’t be.

“woah, woah-“ he tried to step closer as you gripped the tool tighter.