Prompt: Write a love story that is related to your favorite season.

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Summer. The land set ablaze an invisible fire by the sun, prickling Milo's skin that had already been hiding beneath a sweater to avoid a burn. It was horrific; they just wanted to lay in bed with the air-conditioning on at max but on such a day, their instead burdened with having to run errands outside.

Had their friend not knocked down the fridge by acting like an unrestrained goose, they wouldn't have to be doing this. Alas, Milo's closest pal Sebastian is with him but of no help.

Complaining about the mess at home, and complaining about how he was dressed even more than his dejected friend. He was overpowered by the urge to wear the strawberry print sweater top and button cap, his long black hair left sticking to his neck from sweat.

"Do you want to take a rest?" Milo asks Sebastian upon seeing a rest area nearby. A random placement outside, but there was shade and a vending machine.

"Yeees."

Both, trudging dramatically, make their way to the modern oasis and plop onto the bench not noticing the blonde that was sitting their since a little while ago sipping on his coke like it was an alcoholic beverage.

"I'll go grab us some drinks." Sebastian gets up almost as soon as he sat down and walked up to the vending machine.

"I'll have the usual black coffee."

"You have black coffee usually? That's too bitter, ew." The stranger who surprised Milo even though he'd been beside them on the bench since they got there gave them a teasing look.

"I— uh..."

"Not surprising for someone who wears a scruffy sweater and flaunts a disheveled bed head."

Milo turns their head away unable to respond to the stranger's judgement. They weren't the type to enjoy getting into arguments, especially if it was with someone they've never met before.

"Oh so you're going to ignore me? I mean that was a bit rude of me... Sorry." The blonde stranger attempts to make amends. It was easy to tell that he wasn't good at it; fiddling with his fingers, shifting positions awkwardly.

"I'll tell you my name too! Nexus, my name is Nexus." He extends his hand even if Milo was faced the other way.

"Mine's Milo." They take up on Nexus' handshake.

"So I'm forgiven?"

"I don't know why you would straight up call out a stranger like that anyway." Milo sighs.

Still awaiting an answer to whether forgiven or not, the not-so-stranger started looking sulky until Milo finally breaks the cold character.

While a little something would begin to blossom between those two that scorching summer day, Sebastian was in agony trying to get the vending machine to drop the drinks he put the money in the machine for.

Milo didn't question the long absence of their friend, who later returned looking like he took a few laps out in the sun.