i didn't fall for you, you fucking tripped me.

poolside

A/N: I couldn't remember which of them hated summer (I'm pretty sure both of them dislike it), so I just went with Michael.

Michael always says he hates summer, and that's not completely true. He does like summer, he just refuses to admit it. He refuses to admit that he enjoys sitting poolside with his boi, both of them drunk on orange juice and vodka, energy coursing through their veins as they wrestle and throw each other in the pool. He won't admit he loves the way Gavin squeals when he gets water in his ears, or the way he talks like he can't hear himself. He can't admit that he loves the sticky, watermelon-laced kisses Gavin peppers his face with, or the smell of chlorine in his hair, or the way their bones ache and feel like jelly once they decide it's time to go back inside. He would never admit that he likes the feeling of warm water washing away that chlorine, replacing its harsh smell with the softer scent of the dumb girly shampoo Gavin bought him as a joke, but he kept anyways.

He can't admit that he loves falling asleep on the couch with his boi, the faint feeling of water sloshing over him, and the echo of a cheesy disney movie in his ears, lulling him to a peaceful sleep.

He won't admit to anyone, not even his boi, that sometimes, he really, really likes summer.