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Authors: Rachel Hawthorne
Tags: Fiction, Juvenile Fiction, Social Issues, New Experience, Dating & Sex, Adolescence, Dating (Social Customs), Cruise Ships, Caribbean Area
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up closer to the dance floor."
The waitress came over. Brooke and I each ordered a frozen daiquiri. It would be my first daiquiri that wasn't a virgin, which may be a mistake considering how I handle champagne. But it seemed a little too mhtml:file://C:\Program Files\eMule\Incoming\+ Hawthorne, Rachel - Caribbean Cruising....
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much to be a virgin, drinking a virgin daiquiri, and heading to the Virgin Islands. I could see some country singer turning my vacation into a twangy song.
As soon as the waitress brought the frozen concoction over and walked away, Brooke tapped her glass against mine.
"To good times and hot guys!"
"I'll drink to that."
I looked out over the dance floor.
A lot of people were dancing to the music provided by the live band. I saw immediately that dancing here was way different from dancing at the prom.
Here, no teacher was going to tap me on the shoulder for dancing too closely or too provocatively.
"Drink up!" Brooke shouted at me.
I dropped my gaze to her glass. Half empty.
Mine was one sip short of full.
I sucked through the straw…too much, too fast.
Brain freeze!
Oh! I pressed my hand to my head. When the pain eased, I was hot. I didn't know if it was because of the rum, or the crowds in the place. It was like there suddenly was no air.
The music stopped, and the abrupt silence was almost deafening. Then conversations started buzzing around us.
"We'll never meet anyone way over here," Brooke said. She tapped my arm. "Come on."
I grabbed my drink, and followed Brooke through the crowd as the music started up again. I wanted to be on the dance floor, to be having a good time.
Having never frequented bars or nightclubs, being surrounded by strangers was a little harder than I had expected it to be. I nearly bumped into Brooke before I realized that she'd come to an abrupt halt. I peered around her. A table. Three guys. No girls.
This scenario had promise.
I could see one guy's mouth moving, but it was impossible to hear any of the words he was speaking.
Brooke nodded and smiled, so I nodded and smiled.
The next thing I knew the guys were shifting around the table, and two empty chairs appeared. Brooke dropped into one, so I dropped into the other.
When the song ended, we all made quick introductions: Cameron had blond spiked hair and a pierced mhtml:file://C:\Program Files\eMule\Incoming\+ Hawthorne, Rachel - Caribbean Cruising....
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ear; David had black hair and a goatee, very artsy-looking; Michael's hair was cropped so short that he looked almost bald in a Bruce Willis sort of way.
As I sat there, I was having a difficult time thinking of anything interesting to say. Another song was blasting over the speaker, but I couldn't blame it for my failure to communicate. I simply wasn't skilled at carrying on a conversation with guys I'd just met.
A couple of days earlier, Julie and I had taken a quiz that tested flirting styles. Answering all A's meant you were a vixen; all B's, mysterious; all C's, a comedian. I was all over the board, which obviously meant that I didn't have a flirting style. Maybe that was the reason that I had so little luck with guys.
Brooke, without a doubt, was a vixen. She kept touching her shoulder to David's like they were sharing a secret and were in danger of losing each other if they didn't keep in physical contact.
Mine was more along the lines of a I'll-give-you-a-stammering-reply-if-you-ask-me-a-direct-question style.
"Where are you from?" Cameron yelled in my ear.
I smiled. A question to which I knew the answer. "Dallas."
"We're from Oklahoma."
"Not much beach in Oklahoma." I thought that statement might fall under the comedic category.
He smiled. "None at all."
The music died. I expected everyone to start talking since we'd be able to actually hear one another, but no one said a word. As soon as the band started up again, Brooke and David headed to the dance floor.
Michael got up and moved
The waitress came over. Brooke and I each ordered a frozen daiquiri. It would be my first daiquiri that wasn't a virgin, which may be a mistake considering how I handle champagne. But it seemed a little too mhtml:file://C:\Program Files\eMule\Incoming\+ Hawthorne, Rachel - Caribbean Cruising....
4/6/2009
Page 44 of 146
much to be a virgin, drinking a virgin daiquiri, and heading to the Virgin Islands. I could see some country singer turning my vacation into a twangy song.
As soon as the waitress brought the frozen concoction over and walked away, Brooke tapped her glass against mine.
"To good times and hot guys!"
"I'll drink to that."
I looked out over the dance floor.
A lot of people were dancing to the music provided by the live band. I saw immediately that dancing here was way different from dancing at the prom.
Here, no teacher was going to tap me on the shoulder for dancing too closely or too provocatively.
"Drink up!" Brooke shouted at me.
I dropped my gaze to her glass. Half empty.
Mine was one sip short of full.
I sucked through the straw…too much, too fast.
Brain freeze!
Oh! I pressed my hand to my head. When the pain eased, I was hot. I didn't know if it was because of the rum, or the crowds in the place. It was like there suddenly was no air.
The music stopped, and the abrupt silence was almost deafening. Then conversations started buzzing around us.
"We'll never meet anyone way over here," Brooke said. She tapped my arm. "Come on."
I grabbed my drink, and followed Brooke through the crowd as the music started up again. I wanted to be on the dance floor, to be having a good time.
Having never frequented bars or nightclubs, being surrounded by strangers was a little harder than I had expected it to be. I nearly bumped into Brooke before I realized that she'd come to an abrupt halt. I peered around her. A table. Three guys. No girls.
This scenario had promise.
I could see one guy's mouth moving, but it was impossible to hear any of the words he was speaking.
Brooke nodded and smiled, so I nodded and smiled.
The next thing I knew the guys were shifting around the table, and two empty chairs appeared. Brooke dropped into one, so I dropped into the other.
When the song ended, we all made quick introductions: Cameron had blond spiked hair and a pierced mhtml:file://C:\Program Files\eMule\Incoming\+ Hawthorne, Rachel - Caribbean Cruising....
4/6/2009
Page 45 of 146
ear; David had black hair and a goatee, very artsy-looking; Michael's hair was cropped so short that he looked almost bald in a Bruce Willis sort of way.
As I sat there, I was having a difficult time thinking of anything interesting to say. Another song was blasting over the speaker, but I couldn't blame it for my failure to communicate. I simply wasn't skilled at carrying on a conversation with guys I'd just met.
A couple of days earlier, Julie and I had taken a quiz that tested flirting styles. Answering all A's meant you were a vixen; all B's, mysterious; all C's, a comedian. I was all over the board, which obviously meant that I didn't have a flirting style. Maybe that was the reason that I had so little luck with guys.
Brooke, without a doubt, was a vixen. She kept touching her shoulder to David's like they were sharing a secret and were in danger of losing each other if they didn't keep in physical contact.
Mine was more along the lines of a I'll-give-you-a-stammering-reply-if-you-ask-me-a-direct-question style.
"Where are you from?" Cameron yelled in my ear.
I smiled. A question to which I knew the answer. "Dallas."
"We're from Oklahoma."
"Not much beach in Oklahoma." I thought that statement might fall under the comedic category.
He smiled. "None at all."
The music died. I expected everyone to start talking since we'd be able to actually hear one another, but no one said a word. As soon as the band started up again, Brooke and David headed to the dance floor.
Michael got up and moved
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