Beach Week

Chapter 12- "Chivalry does still exist."*

"Taylor, are you ready yet?" Sara yelled from the bottom of the stairs. She crossed her arms over her chest, frowning at Avery who shrugged. They had finished getting ready for the club almost half an hour ago, to which Taylor had said she would be ready in five minutes tops. Wrong.

Sara stood in a flowy dress, which clung to her torso but flared out at her hips, and Avery played with the hem of her skirt, uncomfortable with the outfit Sara had picked out, but knowing it would be more comfortable than having Taylor pick it out, and a blouse. Avery had done Sara's hair into loose curls to frame her heart shaped face, and Sara had applied Avery's make up. Even with all that they were still done before Taylor, who had started way before they had.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Taylor called back. "Don't get your panties in a bunch, we won't be late."

Sara rolled her eyes, and mumbled, "Yeah? Because your track record says otherwise."

Taylor, who just barely heard Sara, decided to buy herself some more time by turning the conversation to her. " How about in the mean time you invite Grayson to meet us there. Maybe that will get you off of my back. I know you've been texting him all day, he's been practically begging to come with us. He'll be ready and outside to be picked up before I'm done getting ready."

Sara shook her head in annoyance. Avery and Taylor hadn't stopped begging her to invite Grayson with them anywhere since she met him on the beach. Taylor insisted there was a connection between them. If there was a connection, then it was obvious to everyone except Sara.

"Yeah, I will do that if you make it down the stairs in the next five minutes! We're going to be late!" Sara called up with a huff in her voice. She liked being early to everything, but whenever Taylor was involved, being late became the usual. Even back in high school when the girls would meet on the weekend for lunch they would give Taylor an earlier meeting time and yet somehow she still managed to arrive after the others. Sara was always early, Avery was always on time, and Taylor was always late. Even years later, nothing had changed.

After a few more minutes of Sara standing impatiently at the bottom of the stairs, and Avery leaning against the wall bored out of her mind, Taylor finally descended the stairs. Her black and gold dress sparkled in the lights as she spun to show off the dress she had brought for the occasion. It hugged her curves perfectly, and showed off her tan and toned legs. As she reached the bottom of the steps, the other girls looked up slightly at her. Although they were all wearing the same size heels, Taylor was noticeably taller. With a smile on her face she gave Sara a look that said 'I told you so'. "See," she said. "That was fast."

Sara scoffed. "Fast? You took a half an hour longer than everyone else and started before us!"

Taylor scoffed, tucking her straightened hair behind her ear. "No no, I took twenty minutes longer."

"Yeah because ten minutes less is a big difference."

"To me it is," Taylor replied with a shrug and a smirk. "Beggars can't be choosers." She wagged her finger at her friend who looked about ready to kick her.

"Okay guys, can we just leave?" Avery questioned, checking the time on her phone. "If we don't leave now then we will be late." Avery was already half way to the door when Taylor and Sara stopped their short spat to make their way to the car.

Avery tossed Sara her keys, and a small wallet they had bought at the store in town. Sara had found her license under her bed, and had been carrying it around in her back pocket like she had done her college ID before she lost it in their senior year. Needless to say, Avery thought she needed a wallet and Sara begrudgingly accepted it. She was still holding out hope her actual wallet would show up somewhere so she could have her money and credit cards back. It was somewhere in the house, but they had yet to find it.