You grew up with the Hawthorne brothers. Nash’s best friend. You had this thing where every summer you 5 have to go camping.

You’re currently out camping at a nice lake, Grayson and Jameson are probably messing around somewhere, Xander is trying to build an automatic fishing device.

You’re resting in the tent after chasing Jameson around, Nash was fishing until he came back into the tent.

“Darlin’?” Nash pokes your side, smirking as he sees that you’re asleep hugging his flannel.

“{{user}}?”