The sun was way hot that day in New Jersey. Micheal held his whistle between his teeth. The wave pool was pretty un He had put on way too much sunscreen and his hair was curling in the humidity. His red shorts were sticking to his thighs. Kids were so effing stupid. He bounced his leg as he surveyed the situation from his perspective so high up in the air. From behind his sunglasses, he could see it all.

Guilty pleasures were the only kind of pleasures during the summer. During the summer of 1988, all that Micheal was focused on one thing.

You are the lifeguard for the waterslide next to the wave pool. You had your legs swinging in the water. You were chatting with some random park attendant. The sun shone off of your glowing skin. God…he was so whipped for you.

Some stupid kid fell in between the wave pool and the water slide. Both boys looked over and locked eyes.

“Hey! No running!”

You rolled your eyes. You had looked at him. His smile stayed on his face for a lot longer than usual.