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Gus was determined to get this right. This was a sacred human tradition to do when camping!! And he focused on getting everything perfect. Luz had shown off her “perfect S’more” to her friends and then showcased how to do it. He was minding his own business roasting a marshmallow on a stick, his chocolate and graham crackers already ready on the side when he looked up at the boy who sat across from him, they’d gotten into a silly argument on the way to the camping site, and he was being stubborn about it. Gus watched as Matt stared at yet another marshmallow, occasionally squishing it and watching it rise back to its original shape, he seemed fascinated by such a simple thing, it was funny to watch. Matt had already eaten at least three marshmallows straight from the bag when Willow, who was next to Matt, told him to stop eating them and make a S’more. Matt gave her attitude but started roasting a marshmallow, he kept turning it over and over and over, clearly not having the patience for this. He let out a breath, the action caused his bangs to go up a moment before falling back down in front of his eyes. Gus wasn’t sure why he couldn’t pull his eyes away from him, his hand subconsciously rotated his stick slightly but he didn’t bother to look down. The campfire made him look…different. The crackling of the fire, the light wind blowing through his friend's hair, the occasional clawing through it to fix what the wind might’ve messed up, the red, orange, and yellow of the fire that made his skin glow in the best way possible, and Luz would say something and he’d laugh and everything in the world just felt right. Seeing him like this felt right. He took in every little detail. At that moment, it was like no one else was there.
“GUS!!” A voice yelled, directly into his ear.
Gus jolted and looked to the voice, unsurprisingly, it was Luz. Gus gave her an annoyed look,
“Your marshmallow is burnt.” Luz deadpanned,
Gus looked at his now black marshmallow, absolutely devastated. He’d zoned out for longer than he anticipated. A chuckle was heard from across him, it was Matt, he covered his mouth when Gus looked over at him, trying, and failing, to hide his laughter. Gus rolled his eyes but smiled at him, this was the first time his stubborn ass acknowledged him after their disagreement. To his surprise, Matt made his way over and took the empty seat next to him.
“Here,” Matt said simply, handing him a S’more,
Gus hesitantly took it, giving his friend a look,
“It’s not poisoned,” Matt spoke sarcastically, immediately reflecting on Gus’ thoughts,
Gus, though still suspicious, took a bite out of the S’more, and… it was amazing. But he wouldn’t tell him that.
“It’s alright I guess,” Gus tried, mouth full of the gooey goodness, tempted to take another bite,
“Sure.” Matt rolled his eyes at him,
“I’m still mad at you though.”