The Good Life

So, summer break, it’s suppose to be fun and relaxing… right..? Or am I suddenly remembering it wrong and it’s suppose to be filled with this much stress?

Why are you stressed?

What? No, don’t be crazy.

Whatever you say, cousin.

Not on my watch. You’ve got to be in tip top shape dude, you’ve gotta earn your fast food.

What’re you, my personal trainer now?

Not even a little bit. Why would I?

I don’t know, Clare. Why would you?

Maybe. You’ve never seen the Novak charm in full action.

And I don’t particularly want to.

Fine. I don’t even care what you do or where you go.

Sure sounds like you care.

Okay, yeah. Fair enough. Whoa – don’t get carried away. I wouldn’t wanna steal your step mom from Glen or anything.

You think you’d be able to manage that?

Only if you can do 50 push ups without stopping, grunt.

Hey, I still have a few more months before basic. Let me do what I want.

Because as much as you drive me crazy you’ll be gone. It’s just…weird when things change. That’s all.

Are you trying to saying you’re gonna miss me?

Seriously? That’s awesome, V. I’m proud of you.

I definitely think that they will be. Especially Zig and Cam. 

Yeah, those two seem to be your best friends.

It’s hardly been a week but I’m already loving this summer. Whoever said laying around your place and doing nothing but ordering take out and watching old flicks would get boring is lying.

Bring me some food.

I’m listening.

As a member of the family, I think it is. Especially if you were inclined to tell my mother.

I didn’t tell her. My dad did so once again, chill.