Bearing the Bull

Jordan stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging their nose. Summer after freshman year, and Mateo's parents had somehow transformed their backyard into something resembling a water park. String lights were already twinkling even though it was barely dusk, and someone had bluetooth speakers blasting that song that was literally everywhere.

"You coming in or what?" That was Connor—aka The Bull, because once in seventh grade he'd charged through a crowded hallway like a literal animal and the name stuck. He was doing cannonballs off the diving board, making sure everyone was watching.

Jordan's chest felt tight. They'd been doing swim lessons since forever but still felt like they were swimming through molasses whenever anyone was looking.

"I'm good," Jordan mumbled, tugging at the oversized t-shirt that was doing absolutely nothing to hide how awkward they felt.

Then they felt it—eyes on them. Maya, sitting on the pool steps with her legs in the water, tilting her head.

Jordan's phone buzzed. A text from their little sister: *Mom says grandma's old bear is on your bed if you need it. Good luck lol*

Their face burned. Nobody was supposed to know about Mr. Bubbles, the stuffed bear from childhood that still lived on their bed for bad days. But right now? Honestly, kind of wanted him there.

"Jordan!" Connor again. "We're doing chicken fights. You and Maya versus me and Tyler."

The pool water rippled with laughter and splashes. Jordan realized everyone was waiting. And maybe—just maybe—the whole summer didn't have to be about avoiding the water.

They pulled off the t-shirt.

"Alright," Jordan said, surprised their voice didn't shake. "But we're crushing you."

Later, shoulders sunburned and hair still wet, Jordan would realize they'd spent the whole evening not just swimming, but actually *living*—bull, bear, water, and all the messy in-between parts included.