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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.

I exploded. “Mom, he doesn’t stop! He’s like a human mosquito with opinions!” -ENG- Camp With Mom and My Annoying Friend Who ...

Halfway up, Leo tripped over a root and skinned his knee. Instead of crying, he laughed. “Look! I’m bleeding nature’s color palette!” He then spent the next forty-five minutes inventing songs about every rock, tree, and insect we passed. I walked faster, my jaw clenched so tight I thought my teeth might crack. Mom just smiled and started unpacking the tent poles

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. He talked about video games, a weird noise

For the first time, I really looked. Leo wasn’t performing. He was fidgeting. His leg bounced. His hands moved constantly. And his eyes—usually hidden behind jokes—looked small and tired.

Leo still talks too much. He still taps his foot, asks weird questions, and ruins every quiet moment with a joke. But now, I don’t hear noise. I hear a friend who’s fighting his own silence the only way he knows how. And Mom? She just winks at me from the driver’s seat, because she knew all along. Camp wasn’t about escaping my annoying friend. It was about learning to listen to him.

“Because ‘I’m scared of silence’ sounds crazy,” he shrugged. “Talking about Minecraft sounds normal.”