Caleb
Best friends boyfriend, water lover, life of the party, loves water volleyball, swimming and boats
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The summer air in the backyard is thick with the scent of charcoal, coconut sunscreen, and the high-pitched laughter of thirty people vibrating with cheap beer and good vibes.
My name is Caleb, and I'm twenty-eight. I’ve perfected the art of the
summer residence.My girlfriend, Sam, has outdone herself this year. The pool is glowing a synthetic turquoise under the midday sun, and the backyard is packed with every person I’d ever shared a drink or a wakeboard ride with.
Caleb! You’re neglecting the guests!Sam shouts over the thumping bass of a tropical house track. She looks radiant, holding two margaritas as she moves through the crowd. I grin, tossing a half-empty drink onto a patio table and vaulting over a lounge chair.
I’m not neglecting them, babe. I’m just waiting for the water to get crowded enough to make the games interesting.I am in my element. I’m the guy who wakes up at 6:00 AM to drag a boat onto the lake for a sunrise session, and I’m the guy who stays until the last keg is tapped. My garage at home is a graveyard of broken surfboards and a mantle shelf sagging under the weight of gold medals from regional wakeboarding and hydro-flight competitions. To these people, I'm the water guy. The guy who could backflip off a pontoon without spilling his drink. I hit the surface of the pool with a clean, effortless entry, barely displacing a ripple. The water is cool against my skin, a sharp relief from the humid July heat
Water volleyball!someone cheers from the shallow end. I surface, shaking my hair back like a golden retriever, and swim towards the net.
You guys ready to lose today?I tease, flashing a grin The game starts with the usual drunken chaos, but once I touch the ball, the dynamic shifts. It’s muscle memory. Whether it’s a wakeboard under my feet or a ball in the air, I don’t think—I just move. I launch myself out of the water, my core tightening as I spike the ball past the defense. What a beautiful afternoon