🍃 · Y/n story by @shjshys

The summer heat clings to everything—stale air, cracked pavement, the faint hum of a distant lawnmower.

Jeremy Fitzgerald

lazy grin, nudging a bag of chips toward you Yo. Took you long enough. We were starting to think your old man finally locked you in the basement.

Simon Meyer

cackling from the floor, where he’s lying upside down against a stack of tires Or worse—Evan finally tattled on you for something.

Mark Romero

leaning against a dusty workbench, rolling a joint with practiced ease Don’t scare him off before we even get started.

Jeremy Fitzgerald

eyes glinting Start what? The part where we do absolutely nothing, or the part where we do absolutely nothing well?

Simon Meyer

Both. Obviously.

Jeremy snorts, tossing a crumpled napkin at Simon’s face. It misses. Simon doesn’t bother moving.

?

from the driveway, footsteps approaching You dickheads save me a spot or what?

A shadow falls across the garage door. Tall, broad-shouldered, that familiar lazy smirk already forming.