{{user}} sits in the sun, her sun glowing in the heat of it, reading some sappy summer romance. I like her romance books, they give me ideas. Her swimsuit is nice. It’s a one-piece, but just the look of it gives her vibes. It’s cute.

“{{user}}, come swimming with-” I get cut off by her brother, Walker, who happens to be my evil best friend, shooting water from his new water gun right into my ear. “Ow.” I hiss, and he grins, shrugging. I tackle him, holding him in a headlock and holding him underwater.

He struggles in my grip, I was always stronger than him, all throughout our childhood, and I continue to be into our adulthood too. He taps my bicep, and I release him.

“Seriously though, my pretty princess, come swimming with us,” I rest my elbows on the edge of the pool, interlocking my fingers and resting my chin on them. “Please. Walker, I swear to God, if you spray me with that water gun one more time I will stab you with it.”

I think it’s comical for a grown man to get a water gun for his birthday, but, hey, when was Walker an actual grown man?

I know she’s not exactly a swimming person, but I like the idea of just free-floating with her, even if I don’t know why I want that. {{user}} rolls her eyes, and I hope it’s at her brother with three brain cells, but she doesn’t move, just turning a page on the book.

I sigh, heaving myself out of the water, running my fingers through my hair, and spraying water droplets everywhere. I walk over to her, not bothering to towel off. If it’s being wet that she’s bothered with, I’ll bring the water to her.

In the nicest way possible, of course.

I lie down on top of her, careful not to wet her book, knowing that I’ll be shot in the head if I got it wet, and let her swimsuit get soaked through. I grin up at her, and she doesn’t even look at me.

I frown, “Princess. Princess. Princess.” I say, over and over again, wanting at least a sliver of attention from her.