It's you and me that's my whole world

Trekking

**requested chapter **
Early morning vibes, sun doing its warm-up act, and yours truly hiking, or let's be real, dragging myself along with my mom,and Joe. Yeah, you heard me, it's a trekking adventure, and let's just say, nature and I aren't exactly soulmates. But hey, I'm all in for new experiences, so here we go.

We're strolling along, and Joe's like the king of cracking these playful jokes. Honestly, it's like a comedy show on the go. He's dropping these "uphill battle" metaphors like they're some kind of life-altering wisdom. Me? I'm here, trying not to roll my eyes so hard they pop out of my head. "Wow, Joe, thanks for enlightening us."

Mom's laughing like it's all sunshine and rainbows. "Easy, Y/N. Give the guy a break."

So, we trudge on, the trail feeling like it's trying to one-up my annoyance level. My feet are protesting, and the mosquito bites are like souvenir tattoos from Mother Nature herself. At this point, I'm mentally comparing this to some kind of punishment. Did I mention my hair's turned into a wild forest all on its own?

We finally hit a campsite by a river, and setting up tents becomes this massive chore. Pitching a tent feels like trying to decipher ancient hieroglyphics. But hey, I'm giving it my all, trying not to look like a camping newbie.

Night falls, and I'm sitting by the campfire, my discomfort turning into full-on regret. Taylor and Joe are trading stories and laughs like they're at a campfire comedy club. Me? I'm just wondering when the Wi-Fi signal's gonna magically appear in the middle of nowhere.

Then, the moment arrives. We're all snuggled in our tents, and Joe's voice floats across the campsite with this teasing edge. "Guess we'll have some 'alone time' in the tent tonight, Tay."

Did I just hear that right? Hold up, rewind, and play that back, please. My cheeks catch fire like they're auditioning for a circus act. Taylor's laughing, but it's like she's half-surprised and half-mortified.

Without skipping a beat, my inner filter decides to take a coffee break, and I blurt out, "Oh, great! So you're planning a 'wild' night, huh? Meanwhile, I'm stuck here pretending I'm Bear Grylls' long-lost cousin."

Taylor's laughter is on full blast now, and Joe's looking like I just dropped a plot twist in his carefully planned script. But honestly, who wouldn't react like that? I wasn't about to let myself be the punchline in this scenario.

Joe's just rolling with it, laughing like there's no tomorrow. "Alright, Y/N, you win. No more secret nature plans."

As I snuggle into my sleeping bag, the river's doing this soothing background thing. Maybe, just maybe, nature isn't the enemy. Even with all the awkwardness, there's a weird sense of bonding and shared chuckles. And as I drift off to sleep, I can't help but grin at the thought that even in the midst of the wild, unfiltered moments, there's room for a bit of laughter and connection.