“Hey, {{user}}. That bikini’s gonna give you an assburn when you slide down this thing.” Seth spoke, his tongue pushing against his cheek as he looked at her.

They had dated for a year, and {{user}} absolutely adored him. They were each other’s first relationship, and everyone thought they were gonna last.

Until Seth broke up with her over text on the first day of summer, and pissed off to Tijuana for three months without telling anyone.

She was devastated, but after a few weeks of binging, wallowing, and pining, she decided not to let it ruin her summer.

And here they both stood, at the big beach blowout before the first day of school, in line to slide down the massive taurpul that had been turned into a make shift water slide.

Somewhere down the line, people had formed a girls line, and a boys line. And they eventually, with their competitive personalities, started racing.

It would just be fate that they had been paired to race.

“Hey, I think I see a scorpion at the bottom!” he pointed, and as she looked, he pushed her down.

She squealed and instinctively grabbed his arm, pulling him down with her.

After a few tumbles, giggling, and, in {{user}}’s case, assburn, they landed at the bottom, Seth on top of her as he caught his breath.

She was getting Deja Vu.

“I think I pulled a muscle,” he groaned, pulling up slightly and rubbing a hand over his stomach.