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it's hot.
proper hot. like, raw egg frying to completely cooked on the sidewalk hot. there's a blistering heat on the asphalt that burns the soles of my feet as i tiptoe across it, the sparkly polish on my toes glittering under the sun, a bead of sweat trickling from my hairline down my cheek.
i bring a hand up to wipe the perspiration away, my lips parting in a sigh. the sun beats down on my back as i rush over to the tall fence that guards the white house right beside mine, separated only by a thin strip of street that leads to another part of the community. my arms drape over the fence as i lift myself onto the tips of my toes, peering over. there's a pool in the center of the yard, the light reflecting off the water as my gaze dances over to where a familiar boy is sprawled out over a lawn chair, arm slung over his face, bare chest exposed to the bright rays of sun.
"davey," i call, lifting myself up onto the top of the fence, hitching one of my legs over and falling not so gracefully onto the other side, stumbling to catch myself. the boy drops his arm, cracks open one eye to look at me, a smirk on his lips. "how are you not dying right now?"
he shrugs his shoulders, shifts to sit up slightly. his hair is a mess thanks to the humidity, little curls and wisps tangling together into an unbrushed mop atop his head, skin lightly freckled and darkened ever so subtly by the sun, a shade of pink painted over his cheeks. "hey, bubblegum." he pats the chair beside him a smile gracing his red lips as i make my way over to him, settling down on the patio chair. "you're sunburned." the tips of his fingers dance over my shoulders, skipping right over the thin straps of the sundress that adorns my body.
it's one of his favorites. he's told me this plenty of times, and so that's why i choose to wear it as frequently as i can, especially during the summer. it's definitely why i chose to wear it today, why as i skimmed through my closet for something to wear my eyes settled on the familiar yellow dress and my hand darted out to grab it without a second thought.
"so are you," i say with a giggle, my tongue poking out to wet the tip of his index finger as he goes to pinch the red mark left by the sun on the apples of my cheeks. he flicks the tip of my nose and squints his eyes at me, something so cute that i don't think i'll ever tire of seeing it. "'s hot, davey. everyone's sunburned."
david grins, a lazy sort of grin that has my heart feeling full in my chest and my body shifting closer to his, my left leg leaving the chair to bump against his. "wearing sunscreen?" he questions as my fingers dance up his arm, tickling at the expanse of bare skin exposed to me. a soft hum leaves my lips as i nod my head, sliding my foot under his calf, the hair on his leg tickling my skin as my leg shifts between his. "clingy," he teases, as i shift out of my chair and into his. it's a tight fit, both of us on one lounge chair, but neither of us complain as his arm snakes around my middle and the palm of my hand moves to rest on his chest, fingertips tracing over a tuft of light brown hair that's begun to grow there.
