Fight the feelings and head inside. This is wrong!

Wiping his fingers on the grass, Jason paused to grab the basket of strawberries and headed back inside, glad to be out of the afternoon heat, although the inside of the modest house he lived in was barely cooler than the outside air. On the plus side, it was out of the direct sunlight, on the downside there could be little breeze without letting in the hot air - and the flies.

Walking into the kitchen, he opened the fridge, relishing in the cool air that hit his skin as he put away the strawberries for later use. Closing the fridge door, he leaned his head against the white surface and sighed. Visions of Mr Robinson walking around the yard swam in his head. Groaning, he searched desperately for a way to distract himself.