Angela was fifteen when she first felt it - the strange warmth curling in her chest whenever Amar laughed. They had been best friends since childhood, climbing trees, racing bicycles, and sharing secrets under the old banyan tree. But lately, something had changed. His voice had deepened, his presence made her heart stutter, and when he brushed a strand of hair from her face, a shiver ran down her spine.

The school tour was coming up - a weekend away from home, adventure, and endless fun. Her friends, Shruti, Lissy, and Namitha, were already making plans for mischief. But for Angela, this trip meant something more. A chance to understand these new feelings. A chance to be close to Amar without the watchful eyes of parents and teachers.

It all started the day Amar's autograph book slipped from his hands in the crowded hallway. Angela, lost in her thoughts, was passing by when the small, well-worn book landed near her feet. Bending down, she picked it up, flipping through the pages filled with messages and signatures from friends and teachers.

"Looking for this?" she teased, holding it just out of his reach.

Amar chuckled, his brown eyes gleaming. "Yes, and if you don't mind, I'd like to keep my valuable collection intact."

She smirked and pretended to skim through a few pages. "Hmm? Should I add my own special touch?"

He crossed his arms, playfully raising an eyebrow. "Go ahead, if it's something worth reading."

With a dramatic flourish, Angela took out her pen and scribbled: *To Amar, the boy who always makes me laugh. May your dreams be as big as your ridiculous jokes.*

Handing the book back, she watched as he read the note, a slow smile spreading across his face. "This might be my favorite one yet," he admitted, slipping the book into his bag.

Their fingers brushed for a brief moment, sending an unexpected thrill through her. It was such a small thing, but it set her heart racing. She turned away quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed the blush creeping up her cheeks.

The day of the trip arrived, and the excitement was palpable. The bus ride was filled with laughter, music, and playful teasing. Amar sat beside her, their shoulders pressed together. It felt so natural, yet so exhilarating. They exchanged knowing smiles, as if acknowledging something had shifted between them.

At the resort, the students were divided into groups and assigned rooms. Angela shared hers with Shruti, Lissy, and Namitha. The girls giggled and whispered about crushes and dreams. "You and Amar seem different lately," Shruti teased. Angela blushed but said nothing. Could they all see it?

That evening, under a canopy of stars, the group gathered around a bonfire. Amar sat beside Angela, their fingers occasionally brushing as they shared stories. Every touch sent waves of excitement through her. She felt intoxicated - not by the warmth of the fire, but by his presence.

Later that night, she found herself walking by the lake alone, lost in her thoughts. The world was quiet, save for the rustling leaves and the soft lapping of water against the shore. She wasn't surprised when Amar joined her. They walked in silence for a while, the air thick with anticipation.

"Do you ever think about the future?" she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"All the time," he said, his gaze steady on her. "And lately, you're in it."

Her breath caught. The words hung between them, heavy with meaning. Then, under the stars, something happened. A kiss - soft, hesitant, but filled with unsaid words. One thing led to another, and in that moment, innocence blurred into something deeper.