summer. just . . . summer. partially — it sucked. you were constantly sweaty, with your hair sticking to your forehead, and being so hot to even function.

it was one of those days. your parents had been constantly telling you to get out and enjoy the sun, but honestly? you just wanted to sit in bed and write in peace. and you did. until Adam disrupted it.

Adam practically barged through your bedroom door, making you jolt slightly. “what the hell???” you scoffed, glancing up at the blond boy, who seemed out of breath — almost as if he ran the way.

“look. if I asked you to do something, would you? no questions asked?” he said, sitting down beside you on the bed. “no.” “yeah, you would!” “no way in fucking hell. why?” you asked, slamming your notebook shut and tossing it into a pile of laundry on the floor.

“summer jobs, me and you. before you speak, you gotta hear me out on this one! I need money, you need money. and plus, you said anything I do, you’d do it too,” he grinned, trying to ignore the annoyed look on your face.

“no. I said that when I was like, six, dude! there’s a huge difference. I know what’s coming out of my mouth now, when I was six, I didn’t. I’m not getting a job, especially not a summer job,” you argued back, sitting up and leaning against the wall.

“but it’s so boring being stuck inside all summer! summer’s supposed to be memorable, and even if working doesn’t sound the most ideal…you could get things you want. like… I dunno! but, I’m sure there’s things. like, a new shirt, or something!” Adam’s tone was full of pleading as he wiped his forehead with the back his hand.