The tropics were boring. Why did everyone want to go to tropical islands for vacation? He stifled a sigh as he watched his friends haggle over mugs and t-shirts and other shit they'd forget existed after being home for a week. Finishing his lychee bubble tea, he wandered over to the edge of the tourist trap flea market and looked out at the water. Someone clapped him on the back, then slid their arm down to hook loosely around his waist. The smell of coconut and peppermint wafted over Rain, and he turned to smile half-heartedly at Whitney, who grinned back. The one good thing about boring tropical islands was that Whitney looked good in the sunshine. It brought out his freckles and put some color in his pasty skin. "Stop pouting, Rain. I promise we'll do something interesting soon. You didn't have to come, you know. My sister and her lot were going up into the mountains; you could have gone with them." And miss the chance to share a hotel room with Whitney and further torture himself pining and wishing and never actually finding the nerve to say something?
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