Out of the Blue

by Jason June

“What are you doing?” Dominic asks. Kavya places her hands at the small of her back and bends backward while exhaling. “Stretching,” she says, her voice wispy as the word escapes with the air in her lungs. Dominic raises an eyebrow. “For what?” “For chasing you the fuck out of my pool.”

We love her.

I’ve become a total rom-com cliché and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

But everything here is so much louder. Dogs barking, children yelling, car horns carrying down the sand from the . . . what’s that word again? Oh, street.

You had to reference "The Little Mermaid" and I respect that.

Under the sea, we’re mer, we’re all they/them, and we don’t have this strange obsession with sex organs since we don’t have any. Speaking of which, there is definitely an unfamiliar appendage in between my new legs.

Welcome to the penis club.

Cars honk, causing Ross to squeeze my hand in a death grip while he screams, “WHAT THE FLICK?!” Despite his complete and total fear, Ross editing himself from saying fuck is actually pretty cute.

“I’ve got to admit, I’m surprised at you,” Kavya says. “I thought that bag of dicks Dominic was going to send you into a mourning period greater than when the Biebs and Baldwin got married, but you’re already moving on with the hottest redhead to wash ashore since Ariel. Does he give you driftwood?”

He’s in a tank top and his swim outfit, something that looks an awful lot like the underwear folded neatly in a drawer back in the bungalow. They show off his thighs even more than his shorts, and I can’t help but notice a distinct bulge in them too.

Horny boys...

“Hey, you left practice so quickly this morning that you missed me telling the team we’re all going to go to the Pre-Prom Pier Fundraiser together.”

Prediction: A pier is the perfect place for a third-act accidental submergence and revelation.

The gut rumble feels like a frenzy of sharks now, and then that appendage between my legs moves. By itself.

"I think it moved."

I wish I could just breathe underwater and stay in this happy place instead of having to face the fact that I’m a complete asshole when I’m on land.

Here's hoping Transformation Magic goes both ways.

Tonight we’re in the bungalow, watching Splash.

so the Bestie Card was born. We can lay it on the table when we think we’re being left out of too many things, and it means we have to be included in at least two hangouts per week and make it a point not to make the single friend feel like the odd one out.

“All I’m saying is, it seems like you’re spending a lot of time with someone you’re supposedly fake dating.”