I'm SO SORRY for failing to update sooner. My mistake for thinking being on holiday would mean I was less busy, huh? Anyway, I'm 100% positive the next chapter will be up a lot sooner... I promise! Please tell me what you think :) (or even just to rant about my crappy updating ha)

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When Tina woke up it was raining again. Not as hard as the previous morning, but still; it was supposed to be summer. Summer meant sun and warmth and beaches. Okay, so there weren't any beaches in Lima. But it was June, it wasn't supposed to be raining.

Rolling out of bed and checking her phone, she first noted the time: enough time to get to her dad's office in time, not enough time to have anything other than pop tarts for breakfast. And then that she had another message from Artie. She had replied to the one from last night as casually as she could, telling him about the lame rom-com they had half-watched and how she would have rather watched Harry Potter with him.

Morning, T. Starting at the pool 2day, so not sure if ill b able 2 talk. Maybe 2moro? Have a gr8 day x

Reading the message she sighed and threw the phone on her bed as she went to her wardrobe for clothes. She'd reply to him later. Now, she had to get to her dad's work before it started raining any harder.

It didn't really help; 10 minutes after she got there her dad informed her that their coffee machine was broken and if she could go pick up coffees from the shop down the road for the office. She managed to negotiate one for herself, so it wasn't all bad.

On the way back, she decided it was good she hadn't worn Artie's sweater that day, although she had wanted to. Because the half-wool blend would've started stinking like wet dog, which was even worse than the fact her hair now looked like wet streaked rag on her head.

"Thanks Teeny. Can you take the latte to Bren- Ms Dawson? At the end of the hall?" her dad asked when she brought his coffee to his office.

Tina paused to tie up her hair in bun, hoping it looked better, "your boss?"

"That's the one. Be polite!" he said teasingly and she shot him a fake glare look before laughing and grabbing the last coffee.

She knocked on the door frame even though the door was open. This was the first time she'd had met her dads new boss, and she definitely want to cause any trouble for him. Only after Ms Dawson/Brenda looked up and did a sort of half smile, did she actually enter; holding out the still ridiculously hot coffee cup.

"Thank you, Tina is it?" She asked and Tina noted her hair was pulled into a bun so tight it must have hurt.

"Yes, Tina Cohen-Chang, nice to meet you." She smiled her best smile.

"You're Jim's daughter, it's great you could come spend time with us. We could definitely use you around."

"It's my pleasure, now that I'm on holiday."

Brenda took a sip of her coffee, before looking at her again, "My son is coming next week, to do the same as you. Although I don't think he's half as enthusiastic as you are."

Tina smiled, but before she could say anything, Brenda continued, "Maybe we can set you two up in the same spare office so you can have someone your age to talk to. I know filing isn't the most thrilling thing in the world."

"That'd be great," Tina said, suppressing a sigh. When would adults realise that just because someone is the same age as you does not mean you want to talk to them, or that you would have anything to talk about?

Artie groaned as he wheeled himself into his room, he stunk of chlorine and even though he could float in the pool, water exercises always made his arms ache so bad he could barely wheel himself. He should've accepted the nurse's offer to push him. And it was only lunch time.

He pulled himself onto his bed and lay down slipping his hands under his head. Sean had been right, the new physio was pretty. Blonde and tall and she was definitely aware of how good she look in a swimming suit. But as cliché as it sounded the entire time he was in the pool he couldn't stop thinking of that time he and Tina sunbathed in his backyard. She'd been shy at first, but eventually she stripped off to just her bikini and he couldn't stop staring.

At one point she had had to stretch to reach the water bottle at the end of her towel and when she turned around and saw him he wasn't sure who had gone redder.

He made a very awkward comment about being teenage boy and made things a lot worse. He needed to remember that that was not a valid excuse.

He sighed; he was too tired to go anywhere. Reaching over he grabbed the phone on his bed side table and rang the nurses' desk to ask if he could just have lunch in his room. He pulled out his iPod and found the playlist she had made for him, which he copied off the CD. He'd listened to it every day since he'd been here and still couldn't figure out whether he loved the songs she chose for it, or whether he loved the songs because she chose them. Either way, he closed his eyes and imagined her smile and her streaked hair and her tanned legs and for once he wished he could be back in Lima.