“Drama King, that’s funny … not really.â€? We left the woods and were on the store-lined sidewalk.

“Trey, come on. Just tell me what’s going on.â€? I cut off his way on the sidewalk.

“Fine.”

My questions came out. “Wouldn’t you know that’s where your dad lives? I mean, you couldn’t swim in that lake and not know it was your own father’s land. That makes no sense. And—“

“Okay, stop. So I might have known that’s my dad’s land. The thing is, he’s normally out somewhere and never there if I am.â€?

“But—“

“And I don’t live with him because my mom and I left.â€? He saw me staring at him. “What?â€?

“Why would you take me there if you knew he lived there?â€? I asked.

“It’s like the one place no one knows about and so, you know, I wanted to show it to you. It could have been like our secret place or something.â€?

“Oh. Well, that’s really sweet.â€? He finally turned back into himself, grinning.

“Yes, because guys enjoy being called sweet.â€?

And just like that, we were back to our flirty selves, enjoying our summer fling.