The Strawberry Stand

Dramatic, Much?

Sebastian was struggling to keep his cool as the hot sun was radiating death rays upon his family's strawberry stand quietly sitting on the side of the road. He's been out for hours yet not a single sale, as customers ran away from his froggy head lookin ass. He knew how easily he could just leave, and do something more productive with his time. Actually, scratch that. He'd only be searching for wigs on amazon, and complain on his snapchat about something insignificant. But, it's still better than this. If he did leave, he'd be beat by a belt and withheld from dinner.
"Goddamn it's as hot as hell up in this bitch." Sebastian complained, as he fanned himself with his hands.
A beat up PT cruiser made a rocky halt into his stand, kicking dust up from the gravel into his face. Sebastian started coughing and gasping for air. He reached down into his pocket and took out his inhaler. He took two pumps just to be sure.
A tall lanky figure strutted up towards Sebastian with a silhouette of a broccoli. This figure was wearing a soft pink shirt with white checkers plastered on the front of it. He had off white distressed jeans, tightly covering his pencil thin legs. He also seemed to be sporting a velvet burgundy fanny pack, with his name bedazzled tackily on to the front. the rhinestones glistened in the bright blistering sun. He was calm and collected as he inched very smoothly towards the stand sitting in the gravel.
Sebastian very well knew this silhouette from his history class, and his mood instantly dropped, even lower than before. He quietly grumbled something while his classmate was looking for the perfect box of strawberries.
"What in fuck's name are you doing here Preston?!" Sebastian snarled, easily guarding himself.
"Can't I just say hi to an old friend without being yelled at?" he teased.
"You aren't, were or ever will, be my friend." Sebastian scolded.
The slender teen put down the white strawberry box, looking mildly offended from the shorter boy's statement.
"Dramatic much? Also I'm picking up snacks for a pool party I'm throwing, so if you stop being a dramatic little RAT anytime soon, you can come with." Preston explained, picking up a box and putting it in his bag.
Sebastian weighed his options. he could either mope around in the traitorous sun beating down on him, or cool off in a  pool at an asshole's party.
"Fine." he reluctantly agreed.
"But, on one condition." Preston threatened, inching closer to Sebastian with a piercing gaze.
"W-What?" Sebastian stuttered, trying to avoid eye contact from the taller boy.
"Give me these strawberries for free." Preston said, almost too dramatically for the statement.
"Really? That's it?" Sebastian asked in disbelief. He hastily closed up shop and brought the box to the car. "Don't pull any tricks or i'll beat your ass." Sebastian scoffed, reluctantly getting in the car. "Fine, fine." Preston said, quietly smirking to himself.