A/N: Updated, because I decided that I do want it to be in the contest. xD
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His popsicle is melting.
Hayner knows this – he can feel the sticky rivulets of sea-salt ice cream running through the cracks between his fingers – but he does nothing to stop it. Nothing at all.
Because he knows that even if he tried to save it, it wouldn't be cold anymore. The sun is too harsh and relentless today to care about teenage boys and their steadily melting ice cream.
So Hayner sits. He sits, and he sighs, his brow creasing into a scowl. This is the one thing he hates about summer vacation.
The whole 'summer' part.
Summer means freedom and "no more pencils, no more books", which is all fine and dandy, but most of all, it means heat. And damn it, if Hayner doesn't loathe being hot.
A quiet sound of contentment interrupts his foul mood, and averts his attention to the cause of this distraction.
Olette.
A small smile dances gracefully on her lips, coaxing a (rather clumsy) smile from Hayner in return.
He can't help it.
Maybe it's the way her brown hair turns red when the light hits it just so; or maybe it is how the sun makes her skin turn a rosy shade of pink, or how it causes her grin to glitter, making that chip in one of her front teeth a little more noticeable (but in an endearing way).
"I love the sunshine. It's beautiful," says Olette, taking a small bite out of the pale-blue popsicle (not yet melting).
And Hayner can't help but agree.