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I wipe the wet back of my wrist on my ripped denim shorts as two more droplets of sweat run down my temple. The bright sun is shining in through the exposed wall; the rays of light clearly illuminate the dust particles circulating through the air. The rhythmic clang of Beast Boy's swinging hammer stops as he turns towards me. His white smile sends chills down my spine as I rest my own hammer down by my side. His white tank top clings to his body as beads of sweat on his arms and neck threaten to make my knees wobble. His jeans hang loose (not baggy) as his legs bring the rest of him towards me.
"Want to take a break?" He grabs the cold bottle of water that is cradled among the rubble of what used to be my room. He twists off the cap and takes a long swig of the chilled drink.
"Nah, well yea. Okay. Why not?" I smile as I look around at the new construction site. We moved all of my furniture into the hallway and Beast Boy's room. Now my floor is littered with plywood, pla