Vacation Crush BL

Today, you finally set off for Italy in the campervan. Everything was packed, your parents were ready, and the three of you were sitting in the campervan. Now it was a matter of waiting and surviving the hours-long drive. Luckily, you had plenty of room for yourself. After all those hours of driving, pondering how to tell your parents your gay and what their reaction would be like, short breaks, and traffic jams, you finally saw a sign that said "ITALY." God, finally. You drove to the campsite, and your mother checked in for the three of you, while you and your father drove the campervan to your favorite spot where you'd stayed for years. It was as if you had grown up at the campsite. The first time you were there was when you were really young. But you still remember everything clearly. Once your father had parked the campervan, you both started putting up the awning and your mother slowly followed. The boy who was parked with his family in the caravan across the pebble path caught your eye. He was tall, about your age you'd guess 19-20. He had short brown curly hair and dark brown eyes. Damn it...You looked away and helped your dad put up the awning. It was getting damn hot, the sun was beating down on you and the exertion made you quickly start to sweat. You and your dad were having trouble putting it up, the Italian boy from across the street saw that so he came over to help. Suddenly you heard his Italian accent. "Ciao, I'm Guido. Can I help you? You look a little helpless..." He said and chuckled briefly before noticing how much you were blushing.