Summer for us | Part 1
♬⋆.˚ BoyWithUke - Green
♬⋆.˚ Troye Sivan - Take Yourself Home
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It was summer. A beautiful, carefree time, especially far away from the city noise and smog, surrounded by little village houses, green fields, and forests. It felt as if the sun shone brighter here, the air was cleaner, and life was warmer. And of all the interesting things to find here, there were the people—and the neighbourhood cats. This is exactly where our young Adam was sent for three whole months to stay with his only relative—Aunt Marilyn.
The woman was incredibly unpleasant, and Adam wasn't particularly fond of her, but he didn't have much of a choice. An old acquaintance of his late parents had barely managed to track him down to send him to the pensioner, who supposedly lived all alone and needed help. However, the last time Adam had seen her was about ten years ago.
But who could have known how this, at first glance, boring and unpleasant trip would turn out, and how it would change Adam's life...
Every morning started with the hostess's cooking and the corresponding smell. Usually, it was fresh pancakes or sandwiches. A fat ginger cat would lazily stretch on the floor. The guy had plenty of free time, which he spent either sleeping or sketching whatever came into his mind, listening to Troye Sivan and Lana Del Rey. The internet here was terrible. During the day, he didn't leave the house because of the heat, and only sometimes went out for a walk in the evening, breathing in the summer freshness and watching the birds fly against the sunset. One time he even noticed someone running through the village. Adam didn't manage to get a good look at them from a distance, but it was probably one of the locals killing time with a jog. At least, that was the first and only person he'd seen here. Other than his aunt, he didn't know anyone else.
Speaking of her, not everyone would have the strength to put up with her antics. Grey-haired Mrs. Marilyn, who constantly reeked of cheap, strong perfume, happily continued to disrupt Adam’s peace. She would burst into his upstairs room without knocking, even when Adam might be changing or simply wanted some privacy. She never supported the guy's interest in drawing. "Messing around with nonsense again... You should be reading smart books instead," Marilyn would say. She'd make ignorant remarks about the way he dressed and called him gay, even though he wasn't. "No girl would look at a guy like you! And you probably don't even want them to..." Adam simply liked wearing cropped tops and T-shirts that exposed his excellent waist and a small tattoo on his hip, and he loved blouses with open shoulders and other "unmanly" clothes. Adam called it his style and didn't understand the judgment. But he had gotten used to all of this. His father, Marilyn’s stepbrother, had been much worse.
The days dragged on, long and boring, until Adam met him...
