His cousin Lance

"Hey, aren't you done yet?"
The voice made him jump, thankfully missing the barbed wire he'd so recently strung up.
"Geez, Lance, don't do that," Jason said. "I nearly snagged myself."
"Sorry," Lance said, his grin an apologetic flash of white teeth from under the shade of his straw cowboy hat. "I thought you'd hear me cantering up behind you."
Jason tugged the battered black earpiece out of his ear. "Not over the Buble."
Lance rolled his eyes. "Buble. Of all the things to listen to, you have to be into Buble."
Jason shrugged. "My mom liked Jazz..."
"I know, I'm sorry," Lance said. "Look I just came to find you and see if we were still swimming tonight? I got mom to pack us a picnic dinner?" Lance asked, looking hopeful.