"H-hi, excuse me, I've been looking f-"
"Oh, hey! You're that dude who doesn't like volleyball."
"It's you! Hey man, you ran off with my sunscreen a while a-"
"Oh, I did? Hmmm, did I really? Lemme check....."
"I need it back, soooo...."
"Uh-oh I think I lost it around the volley court. I could buy you a new one ooorrr-"
"Nah, it's cool, nevermind."
"Wait!"
"Oh, so now it's your turn to say 'wait?'"
"Why don't you help me look for it! You know, treasure-hunting?"
"N-no, I think I'm cool."
"Nooooppppeeee. You sir, are coming with me. Plus, you seemed dead bored doing nothing when I asked you for sunscreen! Come on!"
"We're strangers, aaanddd~"
"It totally doesn't have to be that way right? I'm Sam, come on, let's get to it!"
"My names Axel, and I don't think I'm going 'treasure hunting', thank you."
"I bet a girl dumped your bum, huh? Go figures since you seem li-"
"Okay, okay! I'll go with you, geez. Why are you so..."
"Amazing? Well Axel, that's becau-."
"No, annoying."
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Sunscreen
Historia Corta*Slight LGBT Warning. "Excuse me, could I borrow some of that sunscreen? My friends used up all of mine." "Oh, gimme a sec. Here you go." "......." "W-wait, where's my sunscreen?!" Two strangers. One lost bottle of sunscreen. What happens next... we...
