"Oh my god!" she shrieked. "He's actually going to do it!"
"No, he isn't," I scoffed, rolling my eyes, like he would ever. "First his form's all wrong, he's walking like he's been blind his whole life, he's smiling like he secretly watches you pee and he's wearing 'the pants', the pants Kai!"
We were at the beach savoring our last days of Summer before the end of the break, soaking up sun rays or something.
I honestly didn't know what we were doing here.
I personally hated the beach, the sand, the water, the sun, the constant smell of fish piss.
Damn democracy got me voted out into my actual hell and the bribe got eaten when I had the late night munchies, so here I was, out to crisp until I had certain crunch for these sharks eyeing me up.
I see you, you bottom feeders!
"They're...not that bad."
And OJ was innocent, like who are we lying to?
We both simultaneously eyed the tragic piece of clothing; if the cloth could talk it would want to be put down. It looked like it was mauled by a family of starving rats and somehow from the 70's.
Not the good part either.
Like the kind of part when Swedish people where calling in sick with 'a case of being homosexual' kind of part, with stains you would see after a bad 80's porn movie.
Don't ask.
And the colour... the colour. It was the kind of red that would give a war dog PTSD. It had so many unnecessary pockets that it almost made you suspicious. I mean, this wasn't an episode of Cat In The Hat. In conclusion the pants were a train wreck...
With casualties.
On fire.
We both simultaneously cringed, with those pants you could never not be on the same wavelength, but come to think about it...
"Didn't his uncle die in those last year..." I furrowed my eyebrows.
Uncle Tomas was close to Alex, too close in my opinion, but he was there when his parents weren't and he had trouble letting go of him resulting in 'The Pants' in question, so we never trash talked about his dead uncles pants around him, that would cruel, I mean we weren't horrible friends...
But Kai and I secretly called him Uncle 'No Touch'.
The guy was the epitome of creepy; he gave children bad vibes. He was probably the person who founded the infamous 'Ice cream truck, surprise its a pedophile,' trick.
He was a walking red flag— just like his pants.
"I hope the demons in those pants don't rub off on him," she snickered, re-applying sunscreen on her rosy cheeks , the tint of the solution making her look sickly.
We were laying on beach towels, secretly eyeing the wet toned eye candy that was Jamie Gonzales and also watching our best friend get curved but I am a pro at multi tasking...well ,kind of.
It was early September in Sacramento,California , the sun having no mercy on us . Heat waves and spray tans were a constant.
Carlas Rock was known to be a hot spot, for the 'cool kids'.
That's why I didn't understand why my group of friends were here, but I knew why I was here.
Cue malicious intentions.
I could've easily bailed and binge watched RuePaul's Drag Race in the comfort of my bed without sand crusting in places I shouldn't mention while breathing in my B.O for a solid 8 hours with a tub of Nutella to cuddle with, but a certain person on my mind had me sprinting for the door.
Okay, maybe not sprinting, more like a fast jog but I could tell I wasn't the only with the same idea.
"We need to burn them; it's the only way," I sneered, trying to glare a hole into the girl playing tonsil hockey with Jamie.
"Wouldn't he know it was us?" she quizzed, clearly not on the same page; Kai was too nice....and also his sister, but she made exceptions...maybe if "You're not the best at hiding you're feelings ,you make 'the face' "
Now I knew we weren't talking about the same gorgeous face . Momentarily forgetting about the sex God a few meters away from me, I turned to face her.
"What face!"
I heard a plop on my right but didn't register it until I heard him.
"That face"
Turning to my supposed best friend mangled face, with a cold glare "You're one to speak ,your face looks smashed in," I snarled, okay so maybe Alex's face wasn't smashed in to my dismay, but let me tell you I've tried many...many times before .
"Um , this number, say otherwise " he said in a condescending tone, whipping out a sad looking crumbled piece of paper.
"Ooooh... what's her name!" Kai cooed finally zoning back in . Brimming with excitement , she couldn't contain in her small body.
"...."
"IDIOTS, I TOLD YOU, where my sh-money at!"I shouted, laughing with my whole body and soul ,suckers!"I'm gonna shower in you lunch money, tonight!"
"We didn't bet money, your a snake!"
I was a tiny bit competitive ,boasting ,it's a complex art ,to be able to make everyone around you feel like shit but not be an outright bitch, it's one of the many talents I've masted as a middle child.
"I mean, if the snake skin shoe fits,"I cackled, some people would argue I was a witch.
but soon my glory came to a crashing end , spiraling in flames and no money showers .
It only took a moment and a breath for confession
"His names......Oli"
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Tell me if I should carry or just trash it I spent like 5 minutes on it ( spends 3 days on it ) I have no experience so please be kind, I also wanted to ask if the characters seem real . Who's story is it gonna be
*Sky....what's up with Jamie?
*Kai ....what was she starting at or better yet who?
*Alex....Oli who ?
Or non of them
