Are We There Yet? by Savannah Scott

A vintage VW van. Four friends. A cross-country road trip.

It will be the best adventure of my life, if only I can shake the feelings I have for Cameron.
Cameron Reeves is as gorgeous as his name makes him sound.
He’s about six feet tall, which is the height I always wrote in my ideal man list in my journal. Yes. I have a list of qualities I want in a man. And Cameron ticks all those boxes—except two.
He’s my best friend’s older brother.
He barely knows I exist.
That is, unless you count the fact that I’m a fixture in his life. Cameron probably gives me as much thought as he gives his sofa. It’s there. It’s always been there. Comfortable, reliable, old sofa.
I’ll get over Cameron eventually. Don’t we all get over the hum and rush of our first crush?
If anything, six or seven days cooped up in a van together on a trip across the country should kill any infatuation I have and kill it good.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, so maybe forced proximity works the opposite way. A girl can hope.