the pool boy [larry, discontinued tbd]

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Louis and Zayn sat on the front porch of Louis' house. The summer air clinging to the young boys' bodies, going inside wasn't an option because they didn't have those fancy air-conditioners that they constantly hear about on the radio, and at least they'll catch a breeze every once in a while sitting outside. The two were smoking cigarettes and listening to whatever was playing on the radio, currently the song of the summer that both of the boys pretended to be too edgy to like, "I Can't Help Myself" by Four Tops. 

There was plenty of room for conversation, but Zayn was not a man of many words, and Louis... well Louis had so many things on his mind, he didn't even hear when his best-friend called out to him.

"Lou? Louis you okay?" with a touch on his shoulder, the older boy came back to reality, he saw Zayn's face express a hint of worry.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, I feel like I'm going crazy, I need a job so I can at least eat in college. And there aren't many jobs available in this small town. I just don't know what to do, and no, taking money from you is not an option." Even though the raven-haired boy sitting next to him didn't act like it, Zayn breathed money. His father worked in advertising, and that had them set for a lifetime. Louis moved to turn down the radio, that annoying radio host Nick Grimshaw was yapping away about nothing.

"Beats me... Hey, you knoww if you want quick cash, and if you don't mind snobby housewives, a friend of a friend's mom needs a pool boy for the summer, and you know they pay generously." Louis scoffed, even though it did peak his interest, he did have pride,

"Housewives are so desperate these days, I don't know Z" Zayn shrugged taking a long drag from his cigarette before speaking,

"It pays well, save it up and you'll be cool for college." Louis acted like he was thinking about the proposal just offered, but he already knew that he didn't have a choice,

"I guess, just give me the chick's information." the younger nodded, reciting the address and phone number,

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To say the least, Louis was frustrated. This is the first day on the job, he's currently getting ready, not sure how to dress like he doesn't come from the poor town of Casgrove, but he also does not want to overdress, because after all, he's cleaning a pool. He tried to slick back his hair thirty minutes ago, but because of the unbearable heat the pomade was useless, and his hair looked a mess. He was on the brink of madness.

"I give up!" Louis yelled out, kicking the side of his bed before dramatically falling onto the mattress, he stared up at the ceiling, staring back down at him was the eyes of Mick Jagger from the poster he bought at the radio house around the corner. With his wide green eyes and pouty lips, Louis just knew that he was being judged,

"I know, I know, I'm being dramatic."

The handsome man stared back.

"Maybe I'll just starve, lord knows that I need to lose the fat in my ass anyway. It must be a sign."