-Chapter Twenty Three-
“So you guys had a food fight and didn’t even think to call me?” London asked, pulling up the top of her bikini.
“Yeah, sorry,” Danielle replied with a sheepish look on her face. I continued drawing in the warm, wet sand. I sat right at the point where the water stopped on the beach, the water tickling my toes as I sat Indian style. Danielle and London towered over me.
“You guys are so mean,” she pouted as she crossed her arms over her chest. “That would have been fun.”
I looked up towards London with a lopsided grin on my face. “If it makes you feel any better, we forgot to invite Vicky too.”
“Hardy-har. Okay. Excuses, excuses.”
I rolled my eyes at her and began drawing random swirls in the sand again.
“Was it fun?” she asked.
“Yeah!” Danielle exclaimed. “It was awesome! Especially when,” she started laughing out loud, breaking her sentence into two. She caught her breath and continued, “Alex. . . When she dumped fruit punch down Jake’s jeans.” She started laughing again.
I chuckled at the memory. Ah, that was fun.
“You did that!?” London’s eyes widened and she doubled over in laughter.
“Yep, pretty much.” I smiled at her. “Oh gosh, you should’ve seen his face! It was hilarious.”
“I can only imagine.”
“London!” A voice called out from somewhere in the distance. The three of us squinted our eyes at the figure jogging towards us. I put my hand above my eyes, attempting to see who it was. “London is that you?”
“Mason?” Her eyes went wide in excitement as she held her arms open to him. “Mason!!”
“It is you!”
They hugged, and he span her around. Is this what London does when she greets everyone? Mason, I’m guessing, planted her feet back on the ground after some time.
“I haven’t seen you in so long!” he said.
“I know! I Missed you so much!”
“When did you get back from London?” He laughed at his ‘joke’.
“I got back like two weeks ago.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“Sorry. . .”
“It’s okay.” He beamed. The as if noticing me and Danielle for the first time, began talking again. “Well, aren’t you going to introduce me to these lovely ladies?” he questioned, smirking at me and Danielle.
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Teen Fiction"Hey." It all started with that three lettered word in a mysterious text from an unknown Californian number―hey. Alex Turner is your average seventeen―almost eighteen―year old girl. She's been through the normal teenage girl dra...
