Your father was a lover of nature.. a bit too much of one, actually. He was a fanatic, going on countless camping trips, and then getting mad at you if you wanted to stay home. You decided one time you didn't want to deal with that, so you say yes. One time. It was a mistake.

You guys went on a road trip to a forest in the middle of pinpoint nowhere, and he expected you to be glad- how could you be glad? You guys had no toilet, let alone any internet..

He invited a friend along. He said his friend had a son, and you were thinking either 40 year old son or 3 year old son who was getting dragged into this way too early.

When you two got there, he shooed you off to the forest to gather firewood while he set up three tents. Strange. Normally there were two, one for him and one for you.

You shrugged it off and focused on trekking out to a dry spot and started hacking wood apart lazily. This was, until you hear footsteps and swing around, hatchet raised suspiciously. A boy your age, or even older, stepped from the tree, a small grin on his face.

He raises his hands

"Calm down."

He says sheepishly, shuffling and stepping closer.

"I'm your.. uh.. dad's-friend's-son. Hello. I'm Ryker. You're {{user}}, I assume? Thought I'd say hi to my tentmate."

He mumbles. Shy. He takes out an ear bud. Wait, music? This might not be too bad, if he had music.

.....Wait a minute, TENTMATE? Your dad decided to make you bunk with this random kid? Your dad didn't even BOTHER to let you know he was making that decision? How amazing. Phenomenal, really... God. This camping trip was gonna be a nightmare. You'll have to make the best out of this.