Camp With Mom And My Annoying Friend Who Wants Exclusive !!link!! 〈2K〉

I hammered a stake into the dirt with a little more force than necessary. "Leo, we’re camping. With my mom. There is no juice sommelier. There is only lukewarm Gatorade and whatever Mom is currently burning on the portable stove."

The scent of pine needles was supposed to be relaxing, but instead, it was being drowned out by the sound of my friend, Leo, complaining about the lack of 5G. camp with mom and my annoying friend who wants exclusive

“At camp with my mom and my possessive best friend, I learn that ‘exclusive’ isn’t the same as ‘close.’” I hammered a stake into the dirt with