Time skip to July brought to you by a dancing ice cream cone.

Drew's POV

He sat in his yard sunning, a warm breeze blew rustling the leaves. The bright rays kissed his body.

Woof! Woof!

He groaned. Why did she have to get that dog. Sometimes he slipped him treats. He really was a good dog. Tennis sailed over his fence.

"Oops!" He heard Gale say.

He squirmed off his chair and retrieved the ball. He cranked back his arm and tossed the ball with all his might. The dog leapt and caught it mid air.

"Good boy, Slate!" Her overly chipper voice sang.

That is really annoying. She seems too... pure.

"Hey, Drew, Thanks!" She called over her shoulder.

He smiled. The dog wagged his tail at him. I have an idea.

"Hey Gale, right,"

She nodded.

"Can the three of us hang sometime?" He motioned to the dog.

"Sure, tomorrow?"

He nodded. A wave of disgust came over him as she gave him that fangirly  look. I'm only doing this for the dog. I hate her.

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