For the Next-Gen Drabble Tag!

Roxanne & Scorpius & Louis. Minty.


Scorpius is lying on a sun chair and thinks. Hard. It's not going very well, though. He is too busy reveling in the minty taste of his iced tea and feeling the sun's beams touch his naked chest.

But it's important that he thinks about this, so he gives it another go.

Long, tangled hair, wild eyes and burning touches? Or secret smiles, soft kisses and marble skin?

Why is it so hard to choose? And why must he choose? Why can't he have both?

Scorpius pouts and decides not to think of it anymore. It can wait until tomorrow.