I Picture It Soft And I Ache

Elias tipped his chin down to squint over his sunglasses. Brock had climbed out of the water and stood on the edge readying himself to jump back in. Elias drank deeply from the can in his hand. Brock’s blond hair, darkened with water, looked gold. Droplets hung precariously on his smooth, tan skin and winked at Elias as they glinted in the warm sun. Brocks skin was gold. His hard stomach, hard arms, all tawny, the ripple of his muscles, all glinting, and Brock’s eyes, looking straight at Elias, and his mouth, flashing a wide grin before he jumped into the water. Elias hastily pushed his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose, turned his face front and promptly closed his eyes. He said nothing to Federica’s low chuckle. She could have been laughing at anything.

-It's very hot, and the water is very blue, and Elias is very in love but that's none of your business.You know that post on tumblr that's someone telling a story about how in like middle school they had a crush on some girl and they didn't know what to do about it so they just wrote her a note that said GET OUT OF MY SCHOOL. That's the energy.