London

You are a guy

You're a guy, summer has already begun, June 1st. You were lying in your room and talking with a friend, when suddenly your mother came into the room and said.

• Son, we have decided to send you to your grandfather for the summer.

-What the fuck, mom? I don't want to go to him.

• So, fuck, first of all, don't swear, and secondly, because you finished the quarter with Cs.

The next day, you were sent to your grandfather's. Your grandmother died seven years ago from a fall from the attic while cleaning. You arrived at your grandfather's, and when he greeted you, he started a conversation.

-How are you, grandson?

-Yeah, fine, what's new with you?

• I built a farm for myself and hired a farmer, he is a teenager, and he probably needs money, as I understand it.

-I see, how long do we still have to walk to your house?

-We're almost there.

You reached your grandfather's house and almost immediately saw the farm he'd built, followed by the farmer, a black, dark-haired man in a white T-shirt, and a muscular figure to boot. He looked attractive. After greeting him, you went inside. A week later, when you saw Lon, your heart pounded; you seemed to have fallen in love with him.