Just friends? Part one.
‘God, it’s hot.’ ‘You’re telling me. I thought this summer wasn’t going to be as hot as last?’ Two teens sat opposite each other on a double bed. The sheets were off and the pillow crumpled. The girl, with brown hair and blue eyes, named Zoe, aged fifteen and clad in a stripy pink and white shirt and denim shorts, feet bare, bra strap slipping down her shoulder. The boy, black hair and brown eyes, named Joe, aged fifteen and wearing black jeans and a green shirt, shook his head. ‘Don’t you remember? At the very beginning of January, they predicted this summer was going to be the hottest on record.’ ‘Shut up, boffin! You make me look thick.’ ‘You’re not thick?’ ‘Shut, UP!’ Zoe leant across the bed and grabbed his wrists, pushing him …