#mighty ducks

you paused for a second, just like the rest of the ducks with their towels and goggles with their snacks and sunscreen stuffed in their beach bags and slung over their shoulders, staring up in what seemed to be the sun. 

you almost gasped, slinging your sunglasses off your face once you came to realization of what all of you were staring at from a far: adam banks sitting on the tall lifeguards chair with a whistle strung around his neck. 

it seemed all of you were quite dumbfounded with the sight of the pale teenage boy you all called a friend, and in your case: a boyfriend. 

“well, I'll be darned,” charlie squinted, making his way to the blonde boy who hadn’t even taken notice to the rest of you. charlie had the biggest smirk on his face as he stared up to adam, his hat covering the line of sight to his eyes. “never took you one for a swimmer, banksy!” 

the boy almost looked stunned as he connected eye contact with the rest of you. he tipped his head lowly, his black generic sunglasses sliding down to the tip of his nose.

“what’re you guys doing here?”

“we could ask you the same thing, hot shot.”

“i’m working…” he looked confused, like he had been knocked up the head and couldn’t figure what was going on.

"adam!" your voice comes out as a yell, mixed with confusion and pure amusement. "since when are you a lifeguard?"

he continues to match your confusion in tone, as if it were strange that all of you found this strange, "this summer?"

"yeah but when?"

"don't you have to like... train for this?" julie tips her head to the side, her hand shading her eyes from the bright sun beating down on all of you. "and pass tests?"

"yes," he says it in a 'duh' tone. "what's the problem?"

"nothing, sweetheart, we're just kind of confused on why you didn't tell any of us... let alone how you found the time to become one," you. try to suppress a giggle as you press out a voice that sounded like you were babying him.

"yeah, sweetheart," luis mocks you for a moment, "obviously you're not here for the hot chicks, so what's the deal?"

"I was just bored," he shrugs simply, "and I guess I forgot to tell you guys."

a damn lie. you knew he was probably just too embarrassed to tell you all.

"hey, I'm cool with it," charlie's hands go up in defense, seeming to also catch on to this fact. "as long as you let us in on the free snack bar snacks."

"yeah, whatever," he waves you all off. "you guys get out of here, go swim or something."

you smile, kissing your hand before slapping in on his leg before moving on with everyone else.