Beth's POV

Today was hotter than the usual summer heat in King County, me and Carl were sitting under the shade of the oak tree by our farm. Carl was lying down with his head on my lap. He already to his shirt of and used it to wipe sweat from his face.

"Ugghhhhh, it's so hot," Carl groaned while he continued fanning himself with his hand.

"You know...saying that won't make the heat go away" I smirked while gently combing his his hair with my hand.

Carl grumbled in frustration and covered his eyes with his damp shirt.

After a few minutes, Carl suddenly asked, "How about we go for ice cream?" But quickly took back his suggestion, "Then again, it won't really cool us off...just our tongues."

"Uhm-hm," I agreed.

Then he asked again, "Wait...the public pool's open right."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "Why do you think they called it a public pool? There's probably millions of sweaty kids and adults there already."

"Uhhh...Museum? Air conditioning?"

"Nope, under renovations."

"Mall?"

"Nuh-uh...to far...no car."

"Anything?"

"Not...a...thing."

We both sighed with frustration, when I heard rustling by the corn stalks in front of us. Mr. Grimes suddenly popped out and went to us. Carl must have heard someone approaching and immediately sat up to look who was there.

"Hey grandpa, what are you doing here?" Carl asked.

"I was just wondering why you youngsters are out here in the open sun, instead of cooling off." Mr. Grimes replied with a grin.

"Well, we tried thinking of something Mr. Grimes but every option has been crossed out from the list," I smiled pathetically.

"Well...haven't you thought of the Ol' Swim hole," Mr. Grimes put a hand on his hip and raised a brow.

A few heartbeats past...then our heads snapped to look at each other at the realization.

Carl smacked his forehead with his palm, "Oh yeah! Why didn't I thought of that, we used to swim by the creek all the time when we were 12."

"It was stupid of us to forget." I smiled and he nodded in agreement.

"Well are you two just gonna sit there or, are you going to find your friends and beat the heat?" Carl's grandfather made a shooing gesture with his hands.

We smiled at each other in silent agreement and began to run back to the house.