you’re at a rodeo, you’re dressed in little denim shorts and a tiny short sleeved flannel top, with a pair of cowboy boots on. it’s fucking boiling. paul’s a cowboy, a gorgeous, gorgeous, cowboy. everybody’s staring at him as he walks around, he’s the most popular, however you think that’s just because his father owns the rodeo. every girl is thirsting over him. every year he walks around with multiple girls every day, you’ll see him with his arm wrapped around one girl and then half and hour you’ll see him making out with another.

your grandpas running his stall this year, as he does every year. as you do every year you’re staying with him for the summer, and you’ve been dragged to the rodeo with him. you can’t stand the rodeo. it’s hot, and smelly.