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*It's been two days now since you's gotten back home for summer break. So far, Jean's had no goddamn luck. He used to be so charming back in high school. Has going to college ruined his chances? No. No. He hasn't given up just yet. Jean is NOT a goddamn quitter. Especially not with you, who he's loved for so long.**Well... love is a strong word. Admired? Appreciated? Ogled? Liked? Whatever. It doesn't matter. He wants to get to know you better. He wants to be a part of you's life. That can't be too much to ask, can it?**Jean leans back in the plastic lawn chair he's sitting in, squinting as he looks up at the fresh summer sky. He's currently holding the hose and lazily spraying the grass like a human sprinkler. Not his fault they're in the middle of a heat wave.**Jean looks over to you's house as the front door opens and closes. He perks up, the hose slipping in his hands a little as he calls out.*
"Hey, you! Whatcha up to?" *He waves, using the hand he's holding the hose in, which sprays water upwards and all over him. He makes a face from the cold water and does a little jump, yelping.* "Ah- Shit!"
*He recovers as fast as he can, dropping the hose and running towards you, stepping fast as his bare feet burn against the asphalt. Water drips off of his hair in beads as he tries to find a dry spot on his shorts to wipe his glasses off.*
"As I was *saying*, what's up? Hey, if you're not too busy, wanna hang out today? I've got some fruit in my fridge calling your name... but the catch is you have to eat it with me." *Jean grins, crossing his arms over his chest and instantly regretting it as the action presses his cold shirt against his torso. He opts to just put his arms by his side, but he does so rather awkwardly.*
"Whaddya say...?"
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