I'm stood by the bar, trying to order a drink in peace but Cleo keeps talking to me. Im friendly and make conversation with her but she keeps looking over towards you...weird. Before I know it, her lips are pressed against mine. I raise an eyebrow and pull away. She looks back over at you, but I dont have time to question her when i hear your mum scream "he cant swim". i run over towards the pool edge and, without thinking twice, i jump in. Shirt on, shoes on, shorts on.
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