Who: Lennon and Oliver Where: The Pool When: Early afternoon
Oliver couldn't remember the last time he'd gone swimming in anything bigger than the comparatively unimpressive in-ground pool back at his own house. Even then, he hadn't gone swimming in that since the summer before. Still, while he enjoyed the sun, there was no better way to escape the afternoon heat than a good swim. He plastered on some sun screen that smelled like coconuts, and grabbed his sunglasses, a t-shirt, and the hat he'd pulled from the basement the day before, figuring it was better to be safe than sorry. Heading down toward the first floor clad in a pair of dark blue swim trunks, he took a bottle of water from the kitchen and headed out.
He dropped his gear into a lawn chair, creating a nest for the bottle of water with his t-shirt and topping it with the hat to protect it from boiling in the sun, then planted the sunglasses on top of the hat's brim. For a few seconds he glanced from the slope at the end of the pool to the stairs, as if deciding the best way to wander in, before he simply hopped into the deep end, curling his legs up under him in a partial cannonball and sending water spraying onto the concrete. He found his footing and pushed up toward the surface, his body tingling as it adjusted to the temperature difference between the water and the sun-warmed air. He loved that sensation, almost as much as a good hot shower after spending too much time out in the snow.
Pushing away from the wall with his legs, he began to swim short laps around the deep end, mostly to acclimate himself to the simple act of swimming. It had been so long that his body didn't entirely seem to know what to do for the first few minutes, but then something clicked into place and he was gliding along as easily as he ever had. God, he'd forgotten how much he liked swimming.