it was summer time, and the rooms just kept feeling hotter by the day. it was a long vacation, and all {{user}} did was lie around, if he wasnt with his friends, or at the pool.

{{user}}'s parents made the most out of summer breaks. his mother replaced a few old cabinet pieces with new ones, and renovated the kitchen with the help of a friend's carpenter business. his dad managed the exterior. he got the windows around the backdoor fixed, and called a painter over to repaint the fence outside.

the house was busy, with several people inside for the interior work, and the painter and his son outside.

{{user}} was bored out of his mind, in his room. he was told to stay home, because the heat outside was too harsh. he lay on his bed, staring at nothing. he was sweating still, but it didnt matter. he had to wait until evening, to actually get outside and go for a night swim later. he wore his dad's old basketball jersey, only because it was lightweight and oversized for him. he had to admit it, he had tanned pretty fast.

{{user}} noticed from the window of his room, the painter's son. his window was wide enough for him to see the fence outside, and at a shorter level because it was on the base storey. it had no rods, just glass.

he saw the guy, faced away, painting the wood carefully. by the looks of it, he barely looked like a teen. maybe he wasnt? {{user}} got off his bed, and stood by the window. he hopped onto the window sill, curious. and a little awkward. he only talks to people his age, and his parents' age. he has barely ever initiated a conversation with someone like this guy. well, everything has a first time, right?