"People who fall into rage always have a bad landing." -Will Rogers
I WISH IT wasn't a normal thing in Florida to walk around in a bikini if you're nowhere near a beach.
"Stop moving so much," complained Alissa. Believe me, I wish I could. This swimsuit is sagging so far up my butt I can't just simply 'adjust it' using my hands. I tried moving in various ways while sitting on the hood of our car, and even that didn't work.
And that's easy for her to say. She's wearing a swimsuit that normally sags up her butt, and she's not bothered by it. "Why did I agree to wait with you in the parking lot before the boys came?"
She shrugged. "I was just thinking the same thing about you." The boys claimed they're not 'ready' yet, and they have been gone for fifteen minutes by now. Fortunately, it's only ten A.M..
Unfortunately, I'm left with her waiting for them, and we can't leave without them because they're driving.
"Can you just... pull the bottom out?" I asked awkwardly. The sun is up, but I can still see a full moon (if you know what I mean).
"I tried. It won't stay settled." She said, but I doubted that. "By the way... Is this a bad time to mention a have a few bones to pick with you?'
I threw my head back and groaned. Her swimsuit isn't the only thing that won't stay settled, "Your eyes are way too tainted with jealousy. Why can't you just think of our 'shagging' as a joke like everyone else? Aaron and I-"
"Please, don't use those names together." She said, blocking her ears with her hands. I rolled my eyes and got off of the hood of the car, properly adjusting my swimsuit.
"I can't believe I forgot to buy another swimsuit," I said to myself.
"I'm not as dumb as you that I forget. Don't change the subject." Just one day, just one day with her... Keep your cool, and everything will work out in the end. "Why are you counting?" she asked.
"It helps calming people down. Just so you know, I'm at nine, and it's not working."
"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," she teased. "And you'll be in my wrong side if you d-"
"Aaron! Give those back!" I looked over Alissa's shoulder and found Aaron running while waving an object in his hand, Elliot chasing him. "Willa, catch!" He said, rolling the object into a ball.
Alissa held both her arms up in the air, "I'll catch it!" But instead, Aaron throws the object over to me and I catch it successfully.
Uncrumbling it, I examine the object thoroughly. It's small and has black lines around the edges, mainly colored yellow with brownish-black dots on them. As I come to realization, my mouth slowly forms into an 'o' shape, "Don't say it," warned Elliot.
I grin and quickly wave it in the air as if it were a flag. "These are tight leopard print undies!"
"Elliot, my ears are bleeding. Change the station," I commanded, but Elliot-the unhelpful driver-wouldn't listen. It's a thirty minute drive to Mac's private beach house, and during the ride, Aaron accidentally turned on the radio to a station that only plays mainstream hip-hip songs. Right now, Alissa is singing along to 'As Long as You Love Me' and wouldn't let us change the station.
"I told him. He won't listen," informed Aaron. I sighed and slumped in my seat, watching the view from the window.
A few light slaps interrupt me from my thoughts, coming from Alissa. "We made it! Look outside the window," she said excitedly.