Poolside Teens -

Sam finally took off his glasses, squinting up at her. "Leo’s the one brooding. I’m just hydrating." "I’m reading," Leo corrected, finally closing the book.

⏳ : That specific teenage sensation of time moving both too slow and too fast. poolside teens

Sam was methodically peeling the label off a half-frozen sports drink, his eyes hidden behind dark aviators. Leo, on the other hand, was busy pretending to read a paperback that had been at the same page for forty minutes. Every time the heavy metal gate of the pool club creaked, their heads didn't move, but their focus shifted like magnets to a pole. They were fifteen, stuck in that strange middle ground where they were too old for the "cannonball" contests of the younger kids but not quite ready for the serious, low-voiced conversations of the adults in the shaded lounge area. Sam finally took off his glasses, squinting up at her