As they left, Leo purposefully didn't turn off the neon sign. Let it shine for the next group, he thought.
It started in late May. Leo found the boathouse tucked away behind the mangroves near the marina. It was structurally sound, though filthy. Together, they spent three weekends cleaning, bringing in beanbags, and covering the windows. They called it "TeensParadise" because, for the first time, they weren't being told what to do or where to be.
The one who brings the snacks and keeps everyone laughing when the generator dies.
