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Authors: Jessi Kirby
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loosened my ponytail and let my hair fall down to my back, shaking it out a little with my fingers as I walked away. I had plans to make.
CHAPTER 7
The sun dipped into the ocean as we pulled into the Muddy Creek lot. Ashley squinted behind her giant sunglasses and scanned for the best place to park.
“Does it matter where I go? I don’t want to get a ticket or get carjacked or anything.” I smiled. “Nobody’s gonna carjack you. Besides, if you get a ticket, I’ll just have my dad take care of it.”
“All right, all right. It just looks so … remote. Is that the right word for when it seems, like, far away or something?” I laughed. “Yeah, that’s what it means, but I wouldn’t call it remote with that shopping center over there.” I pointed to the lights across PCH.
“Whatever.” She pulled into a spot, or rather, two spots. “I hope we brought enough goodies. I grabbed everything I could think of that would be good for a bonfire. Do you think someone will have a corkscrew?”
“For what?”
“For the champagne. It was the best thing I could sneak out of the house. My mom has a big stash of it for her parties.”
“Um, Ash, you don’t need a corkscrew for champagne. You know how it pops and all ?” I couldn’t help but smile. “And … why’d you bring champagne for a bonfire, anyway?”
She looked at me like I had just asked her why the sky was blue, then said simply: “It’s festive!” She pulled her lip gloss out of her purse, reapplied, and then smacked her lips. “I figured there’d be some cute lifeguards to lug it down. Come on, Anna. That’s supposed to be your thing.”
“Yeah, we’ll see,” I said, looking around. “None seem to be falling at my feet just yet.” I opened the door and scanned the parking lot, hoping to see one in particular. Ashley popped the trunk of her car and walked around to the back. I couldn’t help but stare for a second at the perfect magazine picture that she was. She looked like an ad for Southern California rich, with her three-hundred-dollar jeans and gauzy white top. The front sections of her blond hair were twisted back into a hippyish do that left the rest of it wavy and expertly tousled. She smiled her sunset-lip-gloss smile, and for half a second I thought about the lack of logic in bringing a beautiful, friendly girl along when I was trying to hook Tyler.
I pulled down the sun visor and checked myself in the mirror. I had the kind of skin that tanned easily, and by this point in the summer it was deep brown with a few freckles scattered across my nose and cheeks. I had always liked it when it got like this, because it meant I’d had a good summer. Ashley walked over and bent to look at my reflection with me.
“You know, MAC makes a really good makeup that would totally take care of those freckles and even out your skin tone.” I looked at her immaculately made-up face.
“I didn’t have time to put on any makeup. Lemme see your lip gloss.” I had actually thought about it before I’d left, but then had figured it’d be dark anyway.
And I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard. But then, a little bit couldn’t hurt. She handed it over and I smoothed the thick cakey-smelling gloss over my lips. “Okay. Let’s get the stuff and go down there.”
Just as I stepped out and closed the door, a jeep pulled up next to us. It was James. “Ladies!” He leaned out of the car. “Glad you could make it. Can I help you carry anything down?”
“Sure!” Ashley interjected, before I had even opened my mouth. I gave her a look. She pranced back to her trunk excitedly and began pulling out grocery bags. “I have all kinds of stuff in here—chips and cookies, hot dogs, all the bonfire stuff I could think of. And s’mores stuff too! No dieting tonight.” James followed her to the back of the car and stood there smiling as she loaded his arms up. “You don’t mess around, do you?” She pulled out a stack of Mexican
CHAPTER 7
The sun dipped into the ocean as we pulled into the Muddy Creek lot. Ashley squinted behind her giant sunglasses and scanned for the best place to park.
“Does it matter where I go? I don’t want to get a ticket or get carjacked or anything.” I smiled. “Nobody’s gonna carjack you. Besides, if you get a ticket, I’ll just have my dad take care of it.”
“All right, all right. It just looks so … remote. Is that the right word for when it seems, like, far away or something?” I laughed. “Yeah, that’s what it means, but I wouldn’t call it remote with that shopping center over there.” I pointed to the lights across PCH.
“Whatever.” She pulled into a spot, or rather, two spots. “I hope we brought enough goodies. I grabbed everything I could think of that would be good for a bonfire. Do you think someone will have a corkscrew?”
“For what?”
“For the champagne. It was the best thing I could sneak out of the house. My mom has a big stash of it for her parties.”
“Um, Ash, you don’t need a corkscrew for champagne. You know how it pops and all ?” I couldn’t help but smile. “And … why’d you bring champagne for a bonfire, anyway?”
She looked at me like I had just asked her why the sky was blue, then said simply: “It’s festive!” She pulled her lip gloss out of her purse, reapplied, and then smacked her lips. “I figured there’d be some cute lifeguards to lug it down. Come on, Anna. That’s supposed to be your thing.”
“Yeah, we’ll see,” I said, looking around. “None seem to be falling at my feet just yet.” I opened the door and scanned the parking lot, hoping to see one in particular. Ashley popped the trunk of her car and walked around to the back. I couldn’t help but stare for a second at the perfect magazine picture that she was. She looked like an ad for Southern California rich, with her three-hundred-dollar jeans and gauzy white top. The front sections of her blond hair were twisted back into a hippyish do that left the rest of it wavy and expertly tousled. She smiled her sunset-lip-gloss smile, and for half a second I thought about the lack of logic in bringing a beautiful, friendly girl along when I was trying to hook Tyler.
I pulled down the sun visor and checked myself in the mirror. I had the kind of skin that tanned easily, and by this point in the summer it was deep brown with a few freckles scattered across my nose and cheeks. I had always liked it when it got like this, because it meant I’d had a good summer. Ashley walked over and bent to look at my reflection with me.
“You know, MAC makes a really good makeup that would totally take care of those freckles and even out your skin tone.” I looked at her immaculately made-up face.
“I didn’t have time to put on any makeup. Lemme see your lip gloss.” I had actually thought about it before I’d left, but then had figured it’d be dark anyway.
And I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard. But then, a little bit couldn’t hurt. She handed it over and I smoothed the thick cakey-smelling gloss over my lips. “Okay. Let’s get the stuff and go down there.”
Just as I stepped out and closed the door, a jeep pulled up next to us. It was James. “Ladies!” He leaned out of the car. “Glad you could make it. Can I help you carry anything down?”
“Sure!” Ashley interjected, before I had even opened my mouth. I gave her a look. She pranced back to her trunk excitedly and began pulling out grocery bags. “I have all kinds of stuff in here—chips and cookies, hot dogs, all the bonfire stuff I could think of. And s’mores stuff too! No dieting tonight.” James followed her to the back of the car and stood there smiling as she loaded his arms up. “You don’t mess around, do you?” She pulled out a stack of Mexican
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