#astracamping

It was the biggest mosquito Adrien had seen in his life. The kind that could drain your blood. The kind that would leave you itching for the rest of the summer. The kind that had to die. That was why, without thinking, he had slapped the man on the cheek. In retrospect, he should’ve thought before he acted, but in his defense, he had already been a walking mosquito snack and didn’t wish that kind of pain on anybody else. Adrien’s eyes widened in shock, his mouth gaped open at what he had just done. His hand was still hovering in the air inches away from the man’s face. He could make out the pink mark that was blossoming on his cheek from the impact. “I-it wasn’t me.”

Tatiana Sharma: Summer Aesthetic ↣ 2018 Camping Trip

Hayden had spent the majority of the bus journey in silence. He had luckily been able to secure the window seat thanks to his inability to ever be late, so he had used that as an excuse to simply stare out at the passing scenery instead of interacting with the people he was seated next to. Thankfully, they allowed him to ignore them, glaring out of the window as he regretted all of his life choices that had lead him to today. Hayden hated camping.

They arrived at the campsite after what felt like hours and Hayden knew that he could no longer get away with ignoring the others. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that he had been paired with strangers; he was certain that everyone he had met so far already hated him, so at least they were hopefully neutral about him and the trip would pass with little drama. He closed the book that he hadn’t even read a single page of and stood to get off of the bus, ❝ I can’t say I’ve ever put a tent up before, I’m not sure how useful I’m going to be right now. ❞

Camping was something that Astrid loved doing every year with her Uncle Finn. They always went to different sites for various recreational activities-hiking, rock climbing, swimming, kayaking-anything and everything under the sun. The spontaneous trips were the highlight of every summer break. With her backpack on, she walked over to where her tentmates were. The sight she walked in on was almost comical, one was wrestling with the tent as the other was reading the instructions. Astrid was more than capable of pitching the tent herself. If her mood wasn't as good as it was right now she might've just shooed them away and did it all herself. Instead, she dropped her pack on the ground and threw her braid over her shoulder, “We don’t have to set up the tent you know." Sleeping outside was never something she turned down. “A tarp on the ground and sleeping bags will suffice.”

Adrien Agreste: Summer Aesthetic ↣ 2018 Camping Trip

So far the camping trip had been everything she was hoping for. She’d gotten to explore, she met new people, she got to go fishing. Turns out it’s a boring activity, but at least now she knew for sure. Sitting on the ground, having lunch, she noticed a girl across the camp talking to a guy. She couldn’t hear their conversation, but she could infer what was going on. And when that guy left, another one came almost right away. It was one of the most amazing things she’d ever seen. She wasn’t sure who this girl was, but she aspired to be her. She moved closer to the conversation, but didn’t interrupt. “Okay, are you some kind of wizard?” she asked once the boy left.