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It started with a text from Leo: “Dude, your mom said I could come. Pack extra s’mores.” My stomach dropped. Leo was the kind of annoying that made teachers ask him to “please take a deep breath.” He talked during movies. He tapped his foot in libraries. And now, he was coming to my sanctuary—the quiet, predictable world of canvas tents and campfire smoke.

She didn’t scold me. Instead, she pointed to Leo, who was sitting on a boulder, alone, tracing patterns in the dirt with a stick. “Look closer,” she said.

“I know I’m annoying,” he said, poking a log. “My dad says I don’t know when to stop. But when I stop… the quiet gets loud, you know? Like, in my head. It’s scary.” -ENG- Camp With Mom and My Annoying Friend Who ...

I threw a pillow at his head.

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Mom just smiled and started unpacking the tent poles. I, however, was already calculating how many hours until we went home. Leo’s chatter didn’t stop as we gathered firewood, set up the tent (which he nearly collapsed twice), or even as we ate dinner. He talked about video games, a weird noise his knee made, and the philosophical implications of hot dogs.

That night, after Mom went to “check the perimeter” (her polite way of giving us space), Leo and I sat by the dying fire. The silence stretched for a full minute—a miracle. Then Leo spoke, but his voice was different. Softer. He tapped his foot in libraries

“Why didn’t you just say that?” I asked.