two weeks into summer break and maxim was already considering quitting his job at sunny camp

sunny camp was the damned summer camp that parents sent their children to when they didn't want to deal with them

so maxim had to deal with them

obviously not alone, and obviously not for free, the pay was even respectably good, but painting shirts and making lemonade in the excruciating heat every day was not what he considered fun

the camp was located on a small island in a lake in sunny California, the only source of shadows being the small forest that seemed to be the size of a basketball court

the kids went there to get a break from the sun and not die of a heatstroke, and maxim went there to smoke a joint, two things that didn't go well together

after almost getting caught by a group of 9 year olds, maxim, even if reluctant, only treated himself to a smoke after curfew

the sun was slowly setting, painting the lake and maxim's slightly sunburned skin a peachy orange as he sat on the rocks at the shore, hidden behind the few trees and the small hill on which they grew

his legs were angled up so that his feet, in his yellow socks with green cacti socks, rested up on the warm stone, his chin propped up on his knees as he rolled himself a joint

when he was satisfied with how it turned out, he put it down on the rock next to him, running a hand over his short bleached hair, which had just entered the awkward phase of a buzzcut that's growing out

fishing his lighter out of his pocket and placing the joint loosely between his chapped lips, he glanced behind him briefly to make sure that there was no one nearby

he'd become so used to nobody actually being there that his gaze roamed straight over you through the trees, but then his green eyes immediately snapped back to you

"for fucks sake", he groaned as he took the joint down between his index finger and thumb, "thought you were in bed"