squints.

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the bottle released the oil into my palm,
which i then used to rub against my skin.
i looked down from the lifeguards tower to see the group of baseball kids staring at me.
i couldn't help but laugh as they all began to mumble and avoid my eye.
i took the sunglasses off the top of my head,
placing them back onto the bridge of my nose.
"squints, no!"
i heard the kids yell.
almost instantly,
my eyes trailed the small kid who was heading for the deep end.
"he can't swim?"
i mumbled to myself.
the boy removed his glasses,
being sure to wave at me.
as i waved back,
i heard the bouncing of the diving board,
indicating he jumped in.
"squints!"
all the boys yelled.
i waited for him to surface again,
hut squints was no where to be found.
my heart was racing deep inside in fear.
i dived into the deep end and found him,
lying there seemingly lifeless.
my hands wrapped around his body,
and i began to pull him up.
the cold water rushed through my shaky body,
once i got out,
i leaned over the boys body.
i listened for his breathing,
only to receive nothing.
i placed my lips to his and began to perform cpr.
i heard the boys behind me praying he'd wake up,
and i, too, found myself silently praying.
"come on."
"yeah, yeah he looks dead."
i connected my ear to his abdomen again.
"huh?"
i then heard the scatters of confusion,
but was too shaken up to question it.
once my lips came in contact with squints again,
i felt his wet hand on the back of my neck,
holding me down.
we remained connected as one,
despite my attempts to pull away.
squints little action angered me to no end,
but i slowly began to melt into the kiss.
his lips were growing too enticing to try and avoid them any longer.
"woah!"
"holy shit!"
none of the boys would've had the guts to make a move.
but if it had to be anyone,
i was glad it was squints.
"get out,"
i groaned once i was free,
pulling the boy up by his arm and showing him and his friends the exit.
but before he left completely,
i leaned forward and let my lips brush his ear before whispering,
"i'll find you at four pm."

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