Summer

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by nosush

by nosush

Blazing, humid, and scorching. All these things come to mind when you think about a mid-summer day on the beach. Some people were tolerant of the heat, while others were overheating to a boiling point each second they spent out in the sun. It was all about how you approach your situation- turning what seemed uneventful to a playful experience.

For Mitch, summer heat was one of the worst things. He hated the sun, he hated the heat, he hated it all. He would get sick when he was out in the sun too long, so you could tell how unhappy he was when Jerome had made plans for a beach day.

"You just need to stay hydrated and out of direct sunlight. I'm sure you're just not taking proper care of yourself." Jerome insisted when Mitch actively expressed how much he could not go out.

"I'm just heat intolerant! I can't really help it, Jerome." Mitch insisted.

"You'll be fine. I promise. There will be a large body of water to cool you off, after all."

"I'm not really into swimming,"

"Then we can do something else. Please Mitch? I just want you to have fun."

"Fine. I'm not promising I'll like it though." Mitch groaned. That was the end of the discussion. There was no more turning back from now, he already sealed the deal with Jerome. After all, he would feel bad for making plans just to break them. He promised Jerome they would do something of his liking and he is going to receive.

The beach wasn't very far away, so they decided on walking. Mitch didn't want to complain, but he wasn't too fond of walking in this heat. He would much prefer to sit in an air conditioned car than working his way somewhere he didn't even want to be. Being overheated is a dreadful experience for a lot of reasons; mainly the feeling of almost vomiting. It was always so terrible the way he was uncomfortable.

At arrival, the thing that brought his attention away from his miserableness was the amount of people population the sandy beach. There were quite a few people out today, but it wasn't too many to make matters worse, so that was one thing. Jerome immediately found a spot to go sit and ran towards it. The little area was a bit farther from the water than the rest, but it was certainly a fine spot to sit.

"Okay, so you said you didn't want to go swimming, huh?" Jerome asked, taking his bag off his shoulders and digging around for something.

Mitch didn't answer, he was seeing what Jerome would pull out of his bag- just out of curiosity. After a short search, he pulled out two small buckets and dangled them in victory.

"How about a sand castle contest!" he suggested, taking pride in his newly hatched plot to get Mitch to spend some time in the heat. At first, Mitch was hesitant to the idea, but it was better than being bombarded by large waves of salt water.

"Sure," Mitch responded lightly taking one of the buckets to observe. Jerome jumped down the the sand and drew a short line.

"This line will tell us whose side is whose. This is my side, and that side is yours. Got it?" Jerome asked playfully. Mitch nodded and proceeded to his side of the sand to start on his castle. He dug through the first layer of dry sand to get to the wetter kind, knowing it would mold and form much better.

After about 10 minutes of sculpting, and not looking at their partners mold, they finally finished. Once they both revealed to each other their amazing creations, they couldn't decide on who had actually one. Jerome's intentions were not to actually compete, but more so to occupy Mitch and keep him happy, and that's exactly what it did.