Max's POV

The brown oval ball flew smoothly, spiraling beautifully. I start running, watching the ball, and getting into position to catch it, smiling, loving the feeling of the warm sun on my skin. The ball nears, and I reach my hands toward the blue, clear sky and jump a little and catch it, it landing perfectly, solidly, in my hands.

I adjust my grip on the ball; positioning my fingers more comfortably on the laces, then took my arm back, and then propelled it forward, releasing the ball with a whoosh. The ball flew towards my best friend, Fang.

Fang's been my best friend practically since I was born. Our Mom's were friends since a little before they both got pregnant with us when Fang's parents moved here and Fang's mom got a job working with my mom at a vet clinic. We've grown up together; practically almost living with each other, as we only live a few houses away from each other. Fang and I know everything about each other; we tell each other everything. We understand each other in a way nobody else can.

Fang caught the ball easily, his mouth twitching upwards for a split second in the corner, his version of a smile.

He threw it back, but it unintentionally went a little longer than necessary. I took off running, trying to calculate my speed and the distance correctly in line with the trajectory of the ball so that I could catch the ball. But as I was running, past Fang's yard and into the neighbors' while focusing on the ball instead of where I was going, I didn't see the small uneven section of ground in my path and tripped and fell. I felt the edge of my hip hit something hard, and cringed. The ball descended and landed on the ground a couple yards away from me, mocking me.

"Max? You ok?" Fang asked, jogging over to me.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say, wincing as I push myself off the ground, letting Fang help me up.

I pull my shirt up a little at the side and push the corner of my jeans down a centimeter to look at my hip where I hit it on a small rock. I see there's a small scratch there, but just from feeling it, can tell there's going to be a nasty bruise there later.

"You want to stop and get some lemonade?" Fang suggests.

"I'm up for more if you are." I say.

"If you want. I'm kind of thirsty though." He says.

"Alright."

He picks up the brown, textured football and we go inside.

He pours two glasses of lemonade and hands one to me, then drinks his in a flat three seconds.

I arch my eyebrow at him.

He smirks.

"So what do you want to do now?"

"I don't know. We could go to my house and go swimming."

"We could."

"Or I could cream you in basketball."

"You could try."

I roll my eyes.

"Let's just go to the pool; it's really hot today."I say. My family has a nice-sized pool in our backyard.

He shrugs.

"Grab your swim suit; you can change at my house."

He smirks a little, and goes upstairs, and comes back with his black swim trunks in hand.

He locks the house, and then we start walking to my house.

You may be wondering how it's ok with our parents that we're alone together. You see Fang and I are practically brother and sister. Our parents have known each other for years, and we've proved ourselves responsible multiple times. They trust us. And they trust us together with each other. Besides, nothing would ever happen anyway, because we simply don't have any feelings other than brother-sister family-friend kind of affection. We're just really good friends, though sometimes people don't seem to think that.

Anyway, we arrived at my house and I typed in our garage code and let us into the house.

"Alright, I'm going to get changed in my room; you know where the bathroom is to change." I say.

See?

He nods and heads down the hall, and I go into my room.

I open my bottom drawer to get my black and blue one piece bathing suit, but to my horror, I don't see it; just three bikini's- one pink, one blue, and one black.

"ELLA!" I screech, knowing it's my sister who's behind this.

You see, my sister is a complete girly girl. I however, am most certainly, NOT.

She does this all the time- she takes my perfectly COMFROTABLE, modest, just-fine clothes and replaces them with girly, pink, short, itchy, sparkly junk.

I hear Fang knock on the door.

"Max are you alright?" I hear him ask. I can tell he's trying not to laugh, guessing what happened.

I open the door, as I'm still fully dressed.

"She did it-again." I say.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad."

"Oh but it is. " I pull him over to the drawer.

He smiles widely, his version of cracking up hysterically.

"Wear the pink one." He teases.

I glare at him.

"Well, it looks like we're not going swimming."

"Oh come on Max. They're not that bad. Besides, it's just me. It's not like you're going to a pool party with tons of other guys."

"Fine. Now scoot." I say, pushing him out of the door and shutting the door.

I pick the blue one, as it looks the least revealing and most comfortable.

I quickly put it on and put my hair up in a messy ponytail to keep it out of my face. I grab a bottle of sun lotion of my dresser and head outside to wear Fang is waiting.

I start lathering the white lotion on my skin, starting with my arms, then doing my stomach and chest, and ending with my legs.

"Do my back for me?" I say to Fang.

He complies and rubs the sun lotion on my back, making sure he covered all my skin, but not getting carried away.

When he's finished, he turns around so I can do his back.

I return the favor, and then we sit on the lawn chairs for a minute to let it soak in so it wouldn't come right off when we get in.

I look up at the sky, enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on my skin, taking in the clear sky with the exception of a few wispy white cirrus clouds.

At last I say "Alright let's get in. You up for a diving contest?"

"You're on."

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