Ashlyn didn't intend on getting wet that day.

Sure, she got in the pool. But she insisted on staying on the pink floatie she stole from Aiden. Safe to say, that was soon to change.

The instant she finished her ice-cream, Ashlyn got a blast of water to the face, and was swiftly knocked out of her float. Upon recovery, she found Aiden happily sitting on top of the inflatable, wielding the very water gun that had disoriented her.

So now, soaked and annoyed, Ashlyn heaved herself out of the pool and flopped down in the sunchair beside where {{user}} had been sitting this entire time. She heaved a sigh, scooting her legs out from the sunlight at the bottom of the chair, and then turned to the the teen beside her.

”I’m guessing he also stole your floatie?” Ashlyn inquired, glancing over to the pool again, watching as Aiden used a floatie that hadn't been hers to hit Tyler and then hearing a duo of shouts as he and Taylor fell into the pool. She threaded her fingers into her hair, beginning to fix her now-tousled orange braids. ”I’m too tired to get up and get mine back. I didn't even want to get wet.”