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A/N: COUGHCOUGHCOUGH
Prompt: Camp
Camping trips. Sam loved taking them in the fall. The crisp air burned with the autumnal colors of the Southern Oregon campground they frequented, and she felt pure there. Brooke was more of spring and summer kind of person, life bursting at the seams with green and flowers and warmth, the weekend trips to the Californian parks. When camping season was declared official, they were off into the wilderness.
It was the second weekend when Sam realized how literal a trip it was; she had fallen right into Brooke's heart. The clumsiness was equal on both sides; Brooke found herself holding onto Sam for dear life.
School and home had decreed them closeted and off-limits to each other, but out where nature held no judgment they were simply two people, ageless and boundless, free to their minds. Out, where they could find just how wonderful the world could be when they both smiled.
Brooke always had to initiate contact- shifting for some warmth the crackling fire couldn't provide, all the while keeping some dispute going as cover- lingering relics of their non-relationship in the real world.
Whispers of fog held the fading murmurs of an argument, swirling right up to their skin and condensing into a flurry of warm stings. There wasn't enough disagreement to fill their lungs the whole way, though, so the ends of the exhalations were full of silent questions and answers. They treasured the inhalations- pure each other with earthy masks of smoke and wood.
And in the morning, when even the flowers were weeping (overwhelmed at the sheer perfection, no doubt), the lavender's tears soaking them down to their achy bones, they smiled a bit, and wrapped themselves further into the indelible warmth of each other.
These were their bleak comforts before moving back into the sub-reality of high school, where nothing had – and ever would- happen between them.