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We arrived at Lake Serene Campground at sunset. The moment we parked, Leo vaulted out of the car like a caffeinated squirrel. “Oh wow! Smell that! Is that pine? Or is that your mom’s perfume? No, it’s pine. Hey, is that a raccoon? Can we pet it? What’s the Wi-Fi password?”

I threw a pillow at his head.

The next morning, Mom suggested a hike to Raven’s Rock—a steep, two-hour trail that ended in a panoramic view. “Perfect,” I thought. “Maybe Leo will get tired and shut up.” I was wrong. -ENG- Camp With Mom and My Annoying Friend Who ...

Mom, of course, saw it differently. “Leo needs this,” she said, stuffing our cooler. “His parents are going through a rough patch.” I wanted to argue that I needed peace, but the look in her eyes—that soft, knowing mother-glare—silenced me. So I zipped my sleeping bag and prepared for the worst.

We didn’t become silent friends overnight. But the next morning, when Leo started narrating the process of brushing his teeth (“First, the minty sting of existence…”), I didn’t groan. I handed him the toothpaste and said, “Chapter two: the flossing.” We arrived at Lake Serene Campground at sunset

I stared at him. All this time, the chatter wasn’t noise. It was a shield.

For the first time, I really looked. Leo wasn’t performing. He was fidgeting. His leg bounced. His hands moved constantly. And his eyes—usually hidden behind jokes—looked small and tired. Smell that

That night, after Mom went to “check the perimeter” (her polite way of giving us space), Leo and I sat by the dying fire. The silence stretched for a full minute—a miracle. Then Leo spoke, but his voice was different. Softer.