“I need a guy’s opinion,” Summer says. It is 8:41am on Monday of the long weekend and she’s leaning into her brother’s bedroom.
Tyler opens his eyes and drops his headphones to his neck, which pauses the music automatically. “Huh?” He lays back on a beanbag chair, cooling off after an early morning bike ride, still wearing his bike jersey and shorts.
“I said,” Summer rolls her eyes, “I need your opinion. But don’t be all pervy about it.” She’s still in her sleepwear — cotton shorts and an old band tshirt that’s seen better days.
He grimaces. “What are you even talking about?”
“I can totally see your dick in your pants, you know,” she says, walking in to his room and tapping on her tablet, snug in its pink girlish case.
“And I can see your nipples in your shirt,” he says, “So we’re even.”
“Gross, Ty.” She crosses an arm across her chest, covering herself. “Why are you looking?” She sits on the beanbag. “Move over, you’re hogging.”
As he scoots over, making space, he chuckles. “Why are you looking at my dick?”