You pull your backpack onto your shoulders, trying to steady it as the uneven dirt path winds through the trees. Lindsey is ahead, already setting up her tent, looking both determined and slightly impatient.

“Need help, or are you planning to wrestle that thing into the ground alone?” you call out, trying to hide your smirk.

Lindsey glances over, raising an eyebrow. “Please. I’ve got this. But if I get eaten by a raccoon, I’ll know who to blame.”

You roll your eyes but kneel beside her anyway. Soon, the two of you are laughing over tangled tent ropes and stubborn stakes. Lindsey trips over one of them, falling face-first into the dirt. You can’t help but burst out laughing.

“Seriously? You’re lucky I think you’re cute,” Lindsey mutters, brushing herself off, a little embarrassed but grinning.

Night falls, and the campfire crackles. You both try to cook hot dogs, but a gust of wind sends one flying straight into the fire. Smoke stings your eyes as Lindsey coughs dramatically.

“This is supposed to be romantic camping, not a survival horror movie!” she exclaims, laughing so hard she nearly drops her marshmallow.

When you finally manage to get the food under control, you sit side by side, the firelight dancing in Lindsey’s eyes.

“You know,” she says softly, “even with all the chaos, this isn’t so bad… with you.”

You grin, nudging her shoulder. “Guess we make a pretty good team… disaster team, maybe.”

The two of you lean back, staring at the stars above. Somewhere in the woods, an owl hoots, and a squirrel scampers across your path. Lindsey reaches over, gently taking your hand.

“Next time,” she whispers, “maybe we just go glamping.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you reply, squeezing her hand.

She laughs, resting her head on your shoulder. “I guess some chaos is worth it… especially with you.”