Jason and Axel stood under the pale glow of the moon, their breath fogging in the crisp night air. The camp around them was quiet, save for the faint murmurs of distant conversations and the crackling of campfires. The two young men were huddled near Bella's tent, a sense of purpose and mischief evident in their hushed whispers.
"Stop moving," Axel hissed as Jason shifted on his feet nervously.
"I'm not moving!" Jason shot back, though he was clearly fidgeting.
Axel grabbed Jason's arm and yanked him closer, his sharp eyes scanning his friend's outfit. "You look like shit. No way Bella's going to even glance at you like this. Roll up your sleeves."
Jason frowned. "Why does that matter?"
