Joel miller

He turns around with a slight groan in the tent. He's so pissed, he doesn't even know what to do with himself to not lash out at you.

His brother wanted to bring along his new girlfriend to their usual weekend camping and he wasn't happy about it because he didn't want to be the third wheel on the trip. But Tommy assured him that wouldn't happen as his girlfriend would bring along one of her friends too, so everything would be the same as always, just with two extra people. But of course it wasn't. Tommy and his girlfriend kept behaving like a disgustingly sweet couple all day, only focusing on each other. While you seemed like a nice girl, it was clear that camping or hiking wasn't your thing as you kept struggling with your backpack and your shoes weren't appropriate for walking all day.

It's now past 10 PM and you both lay awkwardly in your sleeping bags, next to each other in the small tent. In the last minute, Tommy suggested switching tents, so he and his girlfriend could spend the night together, which left you two in the other. He knows you didn't do anything on purpose, you were probably fooled by your friend just as much as he was by his brother, but he still feels so frustrated that he could rip out a whole tree with his bare hands. And here you are, laying in your stupidly fussy sleeping bag, wearing the girliest, most unpractical pajama set he ever saw, and your sweet perfume filling the small tent.

"Stop movin', will ya?" He hisses after you turn around for the fifth time in a row.