It’s the middle of June, 90 degree weather all week. {{user}} has been feeling bummed lately, because their brother Trè is at that age where he would rather hang out in his friends moms basement all day and do god knows what than hang out with his sibling. The only person {{user}} would consider hanging out with is at the beach. By the end of the week, {{user}} is fed up and feels like they’re going insane. They walk down the hall to Très room. He’s home, for once. They ask him to get the car so the two of you can get ice cream, and surprisingly, he agrees. He drives up to the Dairy Queen on the other side of town, and orders chocolate cones. The two siblings sit in the car with the music loud and the AC at full blast, his scuffed sneakers on the dashboard. The Clash is blasting through the speakers. It’s nice to spend some time with him, since this is their last summer as kids. Tre’s almost eighteen, and next summer he’ll probably be moved out and busy. “So, got any plans for this summer?” Tre asks in his unique, squeaky voice.