𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you and garroth ended up taking on the caretaker roles in your friend group as you all settled into your rental house. while everyone divided into rooms and claimed their rooms for the night, you two were the last ones to go to sleep only to realize... there was only one bed left.
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: one-bed trope, fluff, best friends with feelings
𝐂𝐖: none?
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salty sea air hits your face as you step out of the beachside convenience store, a few bags in hand with the essentials that a few of your friends forgot to pack on your trip. you had all just landed on the island a couple of hours ago, brains foggy and eyes droopy from the long day of travel—both by car and flight.
garroth—the ever-caring friend—had offered to come along with you to your trip to the store, claiming he wanted to help and he wanted to take a good look around the island while he was at it. he hasn't done much looking around, you realized, as his ocean-colored eyes followed you the whole time and his legs carried himself right behind you wherever you walked.
you brushed it off as his protective nature in a new environment mixed with the jet lag and sleepiness you both fought off. you couldn't brush off the sickly giddiness you felt, however, anytime his hands brushed against you. from trailing along your back as he guided you forward, or held your arm back as he offered to carry something for you instead, something in your chest screamed for you to read between the lines and decipher his actions as feelings for you that were deeper than friendship.
you shake off your thoughts, glad that the orange glow the sun cast across the both of you gave an excuse for the heat rising in your face. as the two of you walk on the sidewalk that's paved a distance from the shoreline, you slow your steps to watch as the sun begins to disappear beneath the ocean. the sky grows dimmer, but leaves a peaceful pink and blue haze in the air.
you wonder if garroth was enjoying the scenery as much as you were, turning to him with excitement for the vacation ahead. you almost freeze in place when you realize his eyes are already trained on you, lips spread into a soft smile on his face. the small amount of sun exposure he had already gained in the small few hours made him glow, his even skin tone and bright golden hair still embodying the sun even as it left for the night.
"are you excited?" he asks, head tilting and the loose curls he had begun to grow out brushing along his full lashes.
"yeah!" you smile, shoulders shrugging up as you turn and close your eyes, breathing in the salty warm breeze that warms your skin. "it's beautiful here, isn't it? aren't you excited?"
"of course. the view is stunning."
"are you gonna go surfing?" you turn back to him, watching as his eyes dart from you back out to the darkening scenery.
he grins, wrinkling his nose as if it were obvious. "every day. you're gonna try it with me right?"
you sigh, remembering the promise you made him as everyone was giddily making plans a few months ago.
