Air vents and incest
He normally ran at a consistent body temperature, neither too hot nor too cold, but his dad always ran either abnormally hot during summer or cold during winter, so the thermostat was always being altered to suit his father. He therefore almost always had his air vent closed in his bedroom, he preferred the use of a small fan or blanket instead of the strange smells that would bother him during the night that the reverse cycle system would let off.
However, this summer was unusually hot, temperatures were in the 40's and had been for over a week now and the air was so dry that breathing became a constant struggle for everyone especially at night.
Soccer training was still on after school but today due to the heat, they held it in the gymnasium so that no one would overheat or get sunburnt. Although it was still unbearably hot, the coach was kind enough to go easy on the team and only did some light drills as to not cause any harm. It did not stop any of the boys looking like they had been dipped in a bucket of water and left out to dry, it was like a boiler room filled with teenage sweat and the smell of pheromones.
After training he still had to catch a bus home as his parents were both at work until 7pm usually and not home until much later. He had learned to fend for himself in the evenings, cooking his own dinner, putting his washing in the clothes washer and doing his homework, it was a lot to juggle for a 18 year old, but being an only child in a house that was run by workaholics it was just what he knew had to be done.
The bus was hotter than the gymnasium, the aircon was only barely working and the driver asked that no one opened any of the windows to allow the aircon to do its best job despite the fact that it obviously was doing sweet fuck all.
He sat at the back and pulled out his phone, to his surprise he had a text from his crush at school asking if he was going to a party that was being held at another students house on Friday as their parents were going out of town. Knowing that he had an important soccer match on Saturday morning and a party was a terrible idea, he could not help but want to see her outside of school and try to finally make his move. He responded with a not so subtle "I'll go if you are going!?". He was a teenager after all, awkward, shy and not good at talking to girls.
His phone was quiet for a few blocks and he would look at his phone in anticipation every couple of seconds waiting for her response, by this stage a lump started to form in his throat and he wondered whether the text he sent had scared her and if he should start the damage control of sending more texts to kill the awkward.
Then he felt his phone vibrate, it was in his pocket next to his groin, the vibration sent a tingle through his whole body and the excitement was so uncontainable that he almost dropped his phone trying to take it out of his pocket.
When he unlocked his phone, it was a message, but was from his best friend Matt; "Hey dude, I hear Clara is so in to you and wants to pash you Friday night at Sarah's party, don't fuck it up!"
