17. Grumpy Pants

The calm cerulean-blue pool reflected the room opposite, giving the impression that it was right beneath the water and inverted.

Channing squeezed a blob of sunscreen into a palm and settled back in his recliner to stare at the shape in the water. He wanted to see if he could make out the wordings on the high windowsill without having to look up at the real thing. He couldn't see anything from his position. He rubbed the lotion all over his muscular chest and sat up leaning over the edge of the recliner to stare at the water.

Something Tex.

Good thing he didn't even remember what was actually written on the sill.

Anyways the angle at which his head was bent was making him dizzy and he feared he'd start haemorrhaging from the nose. As he sat back he was struck by how lonely he felt. Everywhere was dead quiet — even the clouds weren't moving.

It made him wish he'd had put aside time to make friends. But he just wasn't the friend type of person, he was used to people holding him in hig