THIS STORY HAS BEEN EDITED
"MACARONI!"
"PROVOLONE!"
"MACARONI!"
I watched the children in the pool, two little weirdos who parents sat on the sideline while I half stared at them while indulging myself on a ice cream. My best friend Mark walk up beside me.
"Can you share?" he asked.
"Maybe..." I said taking my eyes off the kids to look at him.
He rolled his eyes, "Please share."
I sighed and handed over my ice cream.
'Welp RIP ice cream cause I know Mark is going to destroy it.' I mentally thought.
"So what are we doing for the rest of summer?" Mark asked, surprisingly handing back the Ice cream with some left over.
"Well we aren't going to do what we did last summer." I started having a flashback moment.
~Le Last Summer Flashback~
I ran after Mark after he decided to ditch me in the middle of the woods. After the year of scary clown sightings and Donald Trump I didn't want to be alone in the woods.
"MARK COME BACK HERE OR I'M NOT LETTING YOU SIT BY ME IN SCIENCE EVER AGAIN, I DON'T EVEN CARE IF YOU TRY TO GUILT TRIP ME!" I yelled after the brunette, but of course the hoodie wearing dweeb was nowhere to be seen.
I soon ended up tripping on a tree root and blacking out. When I awoke Mark was dragging we through the woods like I was a dead body.
He dropped me and yelled," OH NO MY NEWEST VICTIM SURVIVED I'M GOING TO BE CHARGED WITH MURDER!"
I rolled my eyes and got up and slapped him with a stick.
~~~Back to the Current~~~
"I said sorry Marissa!" Mark pleaded.
I rolled my eyes again, "Ok Redneck let's just get the heck out of here, the weirdos in the pool are still shouting 'Macaroni' and 'Provolone'."
"You know they didn't start doing that till we did it." He commented, sipping on the Arizona Ice Tea in his hand.
"Right well, you have a license and I don't so come on." I said nudging him along.
"Bruh!" He said to me sticking out his tongue, "You trust me with your life, this could be beer."
"Mark, you hate beer and only like Margaritas when you walk into a steakhouse bar and have someone else to drive." I told him, "I know you too well."
We walked from the public pool to his
1969 Boss Mustang . Rich little redneck. The car was nice and he Always ALWAYS drove it. I got in the passenger seat and he cranked it up, blasting what ever was on the latest station he had set.
"Dude, you're going to lose your hearing if you keep it cranked up so high!" I nagged him.
"Ok mother." He mumbled and back out of the parking lot.
I rolled my eyes and check my phone after I retrieved it from the glove box. 1 missed call and 15 texts. Bluh i was only in the pool for a hour and a half.
I looked at Mark who was already focused only on the road. Weirdo, but hey that was Mark, he was a weirdo but nice. How I met Mark is in Biology in 9th grade and he made a weird comment about how the chairs when moved were loud enough that you couldn't survive a zombie apocalypse in the class. Now we're head to 12th grade and his weird self hasn't changed. He's been one of my only friends to stick with me. I sighed and closed my eyes accidently falling asleep. 45 minutes later I was being shaken.
"Wake up or I'll leave you to roast in the car!" Mark said waking me.
"Bluh" was my only reply as I stepped out of the car and faced with beach.
I looked at Mark. I hated the beach but loved boat riding. I mostly hated the beach because the sand was..well...too sandy.
Mark had a devilish grin on his face so I thought of the best thing to say, "Oh sweet the beach, man I could actually tan here!"
His smirk faded.
"You will never win Markimoo!" I told him, using the nickname that irked him a little.
I'd always called him Markimoo in private because of Mark...and Well Markiplier. I loved the youtuber so when I met Mark I was like, he's Markimoo now.
We walked the beach for a little while, and decided to head back to Mark's place to play some Xbox and try to decide the electives we want for 12th grade.
"Do Jrotc with me Mark!" I groaned, "Master Sergeant will like you if you're with me, come on!"
He thought on it as he sipped another Ice tea, "Maybe..."
"Bruh come on.." I pleaded.
"Fffiiinnneee, you're the one who is going to put together my uniform AND make sure the instructors know I'm actually going to work." He said, picking up his Xbox controller.
"Yus!" I chuckled and popped another chip in my mouth.
"If I do Rotc you have to do Pottery again with me." He stated.
"Mrs.Favia is cool so yes. Hmmm.... Wanna try Marketing with me? Get ahead and know how to advertise." I looked at him.
He simply glanced at me, a frown on his face, "mmeehhh, I mean, I don't know what I want to do yet with my life..."
"Mmmaaarrkkeettinngg.....Oh my god Mark, Mark with Mark-eting." I smirked.
The controller went to his side and he stared at me.
"No, stop, no puns.NO BAD." he yells at me and finishing his tea.
He gets up and throws away his bottle and gets another ice tea.
"Are you addicted to tea?" I asked.
"Yes, I am The Redneck, so I have to drink tea." He stated.
I rolled my eyes, wondering how the rest of the summer will go.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
A book of Short Stories
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