"And where are you going?" Jenna asks, swimming to the dock and looking up at her.
"To get a pool floaty from the stack by the bar," Dahlia replies, walking up the steps.
"Oh cool, I'll go with you," she tells her, pulling herself out of the water. "I'd kill for a smoothie right now."
"Do you have any concept of personal time?" She groans, thinking she finally had five minutes to herself.
"God, Dahlia, you'll have plenty of time to masturbate in the shower later, don't worry," Jenna puts her hands up in defense, and she rubs the bridge of her nose. "Besides, it's not like I want to spend time with you anyway; I just want to see that hot snack bar worker again."
"What?" Dahlia stops in the middle of their bungalow, looking at her. She walks a few more steps before realizing, then she stops herself.
"What do you mean what?" she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.
"You think the snack bar worker is...hot? Threesome guy?" Dahlia asks, crossing her arms.
"Oh yeah, for a sec I forgot that the whole time I was ordering earlier you were checking me out," she laughs, crossing her own arms now. "And yeah, he is hot. Jealous?"
"Pshht, God, no, I'm not jealous," she waves her off, rolling her eyes. "I just feel bad for him, is all."
"Convincing," Jenna laughs, shaking her head. Dahlia sighs and follows her along the dock, trying to remember that guy at the snack bars face. But Jenna's right; her mind was elsewhere, embarrassingly enough. She'd never admit that to her, though.
She's in a different swimsuit now than she was yesterday; this is a black one piece, and
she forceshimself not to look at her.
"Can I get a medium strawberry-banana smoothie, please?" Jenna leans against the counter, smiling and tilting her head at the snack bar boy. Dahlia watches him carefully; seeing how he reacts to her, seeing how he talks to her, seeing how he looks at her. She can't say he's unattractive; he's tall, has dimples, has shoulder-length wavy hair. He's definitely good-looking like Jenna said.
Dahlia doesn't like him.
"Back so soon, huh?" He smiles at Jenna, and Dahlia rolls her eyes and crosses her arms as he tucks his long, perfect hair behind his pierced ear. Figures he has an ear piercing.
"I figured if you had to work here all day in this heat justfor my family, I guess I could keep you company," she shrugs, and Dahlia swallows thickly.
"Hey, can I get a smoothie too, please? Medium strawberry?" Dahlia walks up beside Jenna, and she rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, of course," the guy looks at her, seeming startled. "I didn't even see you there, my bad."
"Yeah, it's...fine," Dahlia nods, her arms still crossed.
"This is my friend Dahlia," Jenna emphasizes the word, punching her "playfully" in the shoulder. "She just wanted to get a float."
"Ahh, nice to meet you," the guy smiles, his dimples showing, as he extends his hand for a shake. Dahlia shakes it back reluctantly, feeling bad for hating him so much without even knowing him. But there's justsomething about him...
"You too," Dahlia forces a smile, nodding.
"I'll get to those smoothies then! And you can just grab any of the floats you want from over there on the side of the building," the guy smiles, showing off perfect teeth, before going to the back of his small hut to make the smoothies.
"Thanks," Dahlia replies unenthusiastically, biting the inside of her cheek.
"Seriously, Dahlia? What the hell was that?" Jenna nudges her in annoyance, whispering when the guy walks away.
"What?" Dahlia asks, playing dumb.
"Just go get your stupid floaty thing," she shakes her head, turning away from her in annoyance.
Her and snack bar guy flirt a little more after that while Dahlia awkwardly stands on the sidelines, before they finally end up going back to the bungalow.
"What's wrong with you, Dahlia?" Jenna asks finally, after walking all the way back in silence. "You know we aren'tactually dating, right?"
"I'm not, like, jealous or anything, obviously, but I just think there's something up with that dude, is all," she shrugs, holding the float in one hand and her amazing smoothie in the other.
"Well I guess it's good that it's none of your business then," Jenna shrugs carelessly, and she gulps.
"Yeah," she nods, walking into their room, "I guess so."
They swim for a few more hours then, not talking very much as she lays on her float. After a while she switches around and turns on her front, sighing as she lets her hands sit in the cool, refreshing water as she relaxes.
"I'm going in," Jenna announces, pulling herself onto the dock.
"Okay, I'm coming too," Jenna nods, sitting up and yawning. "This sun is making me sleepy."
"Well you better wake up-dinner's at seven tonight, which is..." she puts her hand over her eyes to shield herself from the sun, as she unlocks her phone to check the time. "In an hour."
"I'm actually starving, so that sounds great," Dahlia laughs, rubbing her stomach as they walk inside.
"Yeah, hopefully my mom won't be such a-" she starts, but then as she's setting her phone down on the counter, she sees Dahlia. "Oh my God, Dahlia, you're sunburnt."
"What? I am?" She asks, going to the bathroom to check in the mirror. And then, catching a glimpse of herself, she groans. "Oh shit."
"Did you even put any more sunscreen on that pale, ivory skin of yours?" Jenna laughs, shaking her head. Her skin has a bronzy-golden glow, while her looks like this.
"I didn't even think about it," she sighs, walking back into the room. It's not awful sunburn by any means, but she knows it's gonna hurt.
"You should be glad I brought some aftersun aloe lotion," Jenna shakes her head, amused by her pain. "Come over here."
So she does.
"Does that stuff actually help?" Dahlia asks, sitting down on the bed next to her.
"It has aftersun in the name; it's specifically made for this purpose," Jenna sighs, shaking her head at her as she pulls it from her bag. "Here."
"Thanks," she tells her, pumping some into her hand and smearing it onto her arms. "Ahhh that feels good."
"Told you it would help," she shrugs, leaning back and smiling.
"My skin feels like it's on fire," she groans, slowly rubbing it on her legs now, then chest, then she reaches for her back but...she can't reach. And it's especially burnt since she missed a whole section of it while putting on sunscreen because she refused to let Jenna help her. But now she really, really regrets it and she's in so much pain trying to even reach for it. "God, it hurts!"
"Okay, okay, calm down I'll help you get your back," Jenna sighs, grabbing the bottle from her and then smearing it over her back.
"God," Dahlia sighs, feeling the cold sensation take over the burning-in-hell-fire one. "That feels amazing."
"Don't get all horny on me right now, Dahlia, I'm just doing you a favor," she tells her, her hands spreading over her shoulder blades, her spine, her lower back.
"I'm not getting...horny," she breathes out, shaking her head. "That lotion is just a huge relief. Like a foot rub or something."
"Okay, that argument is stupid because foot rubs aretotally turn-on worthy," Jenna tells her, her soft fingers pressing into her skin. She closes her eyes, pushing her shoulders back, feeling her hands on her skin. "All done."
Dahlia opens her eyes, swallowing thickly and breathing in deeply. God, she really does need to do something about all of this built up tension in her system; it's making her go insane enough that Jenna is making her feel things while she's rubbing aftersun lotion on her.
She's going completely crazy.
"Thanks," Dahlia stands up, trying to compose herself. She feels weird after that.
"You're welcome," she tilts her head, looking at her. She does that narrowing-of-her-eyes thing where she feels like she's reading her completely and knows exactly what she's thinking. But instead of saying something about it, she just says, "So as much as I know you want to see me naked, you're going to have to scram so I can take a shower, Dahlia."