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Ronnie was right, of course. They weren't here to throw pity parties. They were here to throw summer parties. He followed Ronnie inside without another word, silently checking his phone as the text arrived. [color=00a99d]"A pool party works, too,"[/color] Brandon said quietly as he headed for the stairs, hoping that his room was somewhere at the top of them. Thankfully, Elizabeth was kind enough to label rooms, and he found his bag sitting neatly on his new bed.

Brandon looked around at the room with some awe. At home, he shared a room with his brother until he had headed off to college, but during the summers, he had to share again. This room was probably twice as large as their shared room. If nothing else, Brandon was happy for some privacy over the summer in this giant house before heading off to college to live in a dormitory. Brandon dug through his duffel bag, attempting to put away anything in his way as he searched for his swim trunks. The closet and dresser began to fill partway as he hurriedly shoved clothes where he hoped he would find them later. A second door in the room led into a bathroom which seemed to be shared by someone else, but the other person wasn't there yet. Brandon was sure he'd learn the occupant sooner or later.

A few minutes passed, and Brandon stepped out of his room wearing plain green swimming trunks and a simple green loose T-shirt. He had always loved the pool, but always felt uncomfortable not wearing a shirt, despite everyone else generally going without one. As he arrived, he noticed that Ronnie had already jumped into the pool and Amelia was dipping her hand in at the edge. [color=00a99d]"Not going swimming?"[/color] Brandon asked, surprised. [color=00a99d]"Well, I was gonna ask if you wanted to be my partner for Chicken, but if you're not swimming, I guess I could ask someone else."[/color]