Prompt: refrigerator
Word Count: 138
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy created them. I just like playing with the moulds.
"Sam, will you close that? You're wasting energy." Sam lifted her head from its position practically inside the refrigerator and looked at her mom's glare from over the door. She pouted, but after seventeen years, it seemed her mother was impervious. The reported huffed and pulled herself away from the cool air and did as she was told.
"I'm so gross and hot." She flapped the hem of her tank top, attempting to create a breeze.
"We have a perfectly good pool outside, why don't you use it?" Sam opened her mouth to respond, but stopped short. Why? Because Brooke was out there. In a bikini. With a lot of skin showing. Wet skin. Wet hair. And she was afraid she'd jump her.
Sam blinked.
"I'm just going to take a cold shower instead." Jane shrugged.
"Suit yourself."