Polaroid Summer (I'm too lazy to update)

Chapter 2

“Oh.  Say, you don’t come from around here do you?”

I shake my head, a little too vigorously, “I don’t.”

“I’m Kurstin,” she smiles and sits down on the dock.  I sit down next to her.

“Uh, I’m Casey,” I smile back at her.  I reach my toes down and dip them into the lake.

“So you just moved here…?” Kurstin prompts, opening up for conversation.

I shake my head, “I’m staying here for the summer while my parents vacation in Paris.”

"Why didn't you go with them?" Kurstin asks.

"It was their anniversary," I mumble.

Kurstin nods slowly.

I hear rustling behind us and I whip around.  I see Chris stumbling down some overgrown ivys grown on the ground.  “You know there is a pathway, right?” I call to him before chuckling to myself.

I hear Kurstin giggling next to me.

“And that is my brother, Chris.”

Kurstin is still giggling.

“You could’ve told me earlier, Casey,” he grumbles.  He’s holding a plastic box in his hand and he gives it to me.  “Lou gave this to me and I don’t know how to use it.”  Chris hands me a cardboard box and I stand up and take both of them from his hands.

I turn the box around and to my surprise, it’s a Polaroid camera.  Do people even use Polaroid cameras these days with all the digital cameras and stuff?  I look at the cardboard box and it’s a set of film.

He looks confused as I pop open the cardboard box, pull out the film and give him the box.  I pop the film and pull the lens open and immediately take a picture of his confused picture.

“What?  Casey, you did not just take a picture of me!” he reaches over trying to grab the camera.

“Hey!” I snap, “you can’t just grab the film, you have to wait for it to come out first then you have to wait for it to develop.”  The photo slowly gets spit out from the top of the camera.  I gingerly pluck it and wave it in the air and wait for it to develop.

I look at the photo and then laugh.  I show it to Kurstin, who laughs, too.

“And Casey, you’ve already made friends?” he raises an eyebrow at Kurstin who doesn’t really notice or react.

“He’s also not one for subtlety or anything… what’s that word… ah yes, blunt,” I say to Kurstin as if he wasn’t standing right in front of me.

“Let me see the photo!” Chris reaches for it but I whisk it out of his reach and place it in my pocket.  I smile teasingly at him.

“Nope, I’m keeping it,” I turn to Kurstin, “So, what do you guys do around here?”

Kurstin shrugs, “Not much.  I take the canoe out once in a while.”  Kurstin gestures to the pretty wooden red canoe floating in the water.  “There’s a little drink shop type place in the town, where I go.  I can show you.”

I wave to Chris and he doesn’t really respond and Kurstin waves, a little shy at him too and she leads me straight to her house, a clean white color and not as awkward looking as Lou’s house.

She enters the side shed and pulls out two bikes, “We’ll just bike.”

Kurstin looks at me for a moment before handing me the baby blue colored bike and she mounts a faded pink one.  She bikes down the road and leads me down the pretty much deserted streets.  People walk but there aren’t that many cars.  They were a bit old fashioned looking but in a classy and vintage sort of way.