School was out for summer, and that meant for the seasonal uproar of teenagers in Simon's city. Hazardous drivers blasting music, each car seat jammed with people. In particular, the beaming sun blaring down on a large group of popular adolescents.

Simon was hoping for a relaxing, less chaotic summer this year. He'd started his vacation off work, settling down in a home near the water. Sure, he didn't have anyone to settle down with, but he preferred it that way.

It was a humid night, moonlight practically radiating off the white sandy beach. Trash was left behind from the previous residents of the day, a mental note Simon kept to clean up for later. It wasn't a suprise when a party of teenagers or young adults, at least 10 of them, showed up to the beach.

He wasn't interested, no, not at all. That was until he saw you, and heard the blasting music. Simon stood at the window, watching more and more teens fill the beach. Beers and drinks popped open, vapes littering the beach. Did these kids have no care for the world around them? He wouldn't take it.

"Ay'! What are you bloody doin' out here?"

Simon's voice boomed over the beach, though it was barely audible over the music. He moved out onto the patio of the rented beach home, a vein visibly popping out in his forehead.