beach boy

ninety three

i walked downstairs to eat breakfast. my dad made pancakes and my mom was doing some computer work at the table.

"um troye is here again so can you make a few more pancakes?"

"who's troye?" my parents said in unison

"you know, troye, the boy that you saved from the ocean and slept over like two nights ago"

"oh that's his name? troye?"

"yeah, but i dont think he'll talk to you"

"does he talks to you?!"

"yeah"