Cousins Beach. His home every summer. The sun kissing his face, his hair sticking to your skin, the awful yet wonderful humidity that clung to his body. Jeremiah was excited, to say the least. Of course he was. He dreaded everyday he wasn’t in the beach house.

His excitement was mainly concentrated on the beach, the boardwalk, the giant pool that he, Belly, and the rest of the boys would swim in, and of course, you. The girl he’s been in love with since you were children. His best friend.

You’ve lived in Cousins as long as he has and longer. You stayed there year-round, a lifestyle Jeremiah envied to death. He used to beg his mom to let them go to Cousins during winter as an excuse to see you but she would dismiss it with a simple “You’ll see her in summer.”

Jeremiah pulled into the driveway, driving separately in his red jeep with his bags stuffed in the backseat. Despite being in the car, a smile already crept onto his face

He’s back home and couldn’t wait to see the person that made it feel like home.