Summary: Roy didn't want to think about why he cared so much about that weird barefoot kid. Light slash. Drabble.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hoot, obviously.
A/N: Yay for random Hoot slash fic! Just watched the movie yesterday and the idea popped into my head and wouldn't go away. (I'm beta-less, sadface.) My first Hoot fic, tell me if it's too horrible.
"Why do you care so much about this kid, anyway?" snapped Beatrice, still holding my old sneakers.
To tell you the truth, I wasn't really sure. From the first time I saw him, there was something about him. The way his blond hair contrasted with his tanned skin. The way he fearlessly ran through the golf course (unlike me, who is apparently a golf ball magnet). Or maybe it was the fact that I has felt like I'd been zapped with a thousand volts when he'd put his hands on my shoulders.
"I don't know." I answered after an eternity.
