peach pits

03

"listen... i'm sorry."

"for what?"

"about yesterday."

"yesterday... what happened yesterday?"

"i'm not really the best at talking about myself. sorry for snapping at you."

"oh! and i have god-awful memory. it's okay, rowan, i'm not offended."

"so... i haven't seen you around before. are you new here?"

"nah. just here for the summer."

"what for?"

"visiting my grandparents. i've come every year since i was thirteen."

"so that's..."

"five years."

"wait, then how come i've never seen you? i've lived here my whole life."

"i always came with my parents, so we stayed in a different area. i'm here by myself this time."

"i see."

"mhm."

she stops painting.

"i mean. if you want to get familiar with the place, i could show you around?"

"are you offering to be my tour guide?"

"yes."

"are there hidden fees involved?"

"what? no."

"dragging me into something? an underground drug ring? a mafia gang?"

"daisy, what the hell?"

she laughs at him.

"i'm just pulling your leg! i'd be happy to go on a tour."

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omg maybe i should make a playlist for this story... like summer and first love vibes... hmmm