"What?" I asked with a grin, "You know I love lemonade, so don't give me that look."

James chuckled lightly at that, "I know, I know. It's just hard to believe you never get tired of the stuff."

"Jamie!" I said in a whiny tone, "How could anyone get tired of lemonade? It's just not possible, besides, I only have it in summer."

"So you only have it when I'm around?"

I scoffed at that, "No. I drink lemonade all summer, not just two weeks."

"Ah, yes. How foolish of me," the raven-haired boy said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes, "You know, you're the foolish one here."

"No, I'm not," I argued, sticking my tongue out at him like a child, "You are."

"Aren't you eighteen?" James questioned with a tired look, leaning back in his chair a bit.

"Aren't you nineteen?" I retorted, "Stop leaning in your chair, you're going to break something."

"Please," the boy murmured, staring straight at me with his emerald green eyes, "I won't break any bones."

"I was talking about the chair dumbass," I teased, raising my eyebrows at him. "If you break it, I'll have to pay for it since you didn't bring your wallet, Mr 'I don't want to get anything'," I said, casting my gaze to the soda he had wanted last minute . . . along with a sandwich, he hadn't even touched yet.

"It's not my fault that they have good sandwiches," the dark-haired boy muttered with a shrug, "You should've just said no."

"Consider it a gift before you go back to New York in a few days."

The boy rose an eyebrow at that, an amused look on his face, "Ah, what a thoughtful gift I can cherish for the rest of my life."

"I mean, it's your sandwich . . . but that'd be a waste of food."

***

After a hug that lingered far too long, I was watching as James grabbed his bags before walking off, turning back once to wave goodbye to me. At least, it was goodbye until next summer.

I turned back to look back at Daisy with a bit of a pout on my face, "I won't be able to see him again for an entire year . . . "

"Oh, darling," the brunette girl cooed, holding her arms open before she came over to hug me, "You poor thing."

Suddenly, James was back with his face pink and a sheepish smile, "Sorry to interrupt you two being so coupley, but I kinda forgot my coat."

I jumped away from Daisy before opening the back door of Daisy's beloved jeep and pulling out a black hoodie from the floor of the car. I smiled a bit at James before handing the boy his coat. He awkwardly smiled back as he took his coat from me with a stiff nod before walking off again.

"You still haven't told him that I'm too gay to be your girlfriend?" my friend asked me with raised eyebrows and crossed arms.

"I -- it never came up?" I offered with a shrug.

"Oh my god, Connor!" she exclaimed, "If we were a thing, I'd break up with you and leave you here."

"I'll think of a better excuse next time?"

She gave me a 'look', "No, next time, you are going to tell him that we aren't a couple. And also the fact that I'm gay and you're bi."

"What if I don't wanna leave the closet?"

"Then there's probably going to be a spider in that closet that'll cause you to scream like a girl and run away from that closet," Daisy told me with a frown, "Now get in the car."

"That-that doesn't make any sense!" I said with a confused look.

"Too damn bad, now get in the damn car."