MisterNokie

You stared in dull horror at your wet sleeping bag, hanging from a tree branch. "This is bad," said Kronan. He was probably your best friend, ever, and he was the one who'd invited you on the camping trip with the rest of his friends. "There's no time for it to dry out before tonight." "And I only brought a T-shirt and shorts to sleep in," you sighed. You rubbed your arms to try and get rid of the goosebumps that were coming as quickly as the sun was setting. "It's getting cold." "I'd let you share my sleeping bag, but it's far too small," said Kronan. He turned around to face the others. "(y/n) needs someone to share a sleeping bag." The