Myths & Rejections

Chapter 7 - Finding a Myth

Word Count : 5819

Nearly five years had passed, and the pain had gradually gotten less and less. They had changed their names to Harper Kass Bach, and Celine Miranda St James. Harper was graduating from med school early due to her taking extra course loads and working through summers, and Celie had an amazing job at a graphics art firm. Celie had even started her own website where she taught art lessons and sold her paintings, drawings, and photographs, she was getting popular enough that she was making decent money all on her own. They'd both made new friends, and actually had a nice circle of friends that they would all get together at their apartment and watch movies and have dinner and just hang out. It was strange for them to have friends, it had only been the two of them for years, but they were loving it, no one bullied them here, no one insulted them, or called them names. They were overcoming their fears and insecurities one by one, and it was amazing.

"Changed your mind yet?" Celie prodded, as they lay side by side on their beach chairs working on their impressive golden tans. "Awful lot of tanned, buff, eye candy walking around here. They haven't exactly been hiding their interest in you either."

"Just stop Cel" Harper tried to laugh her off, while checking out the behind of a cute blonde surfer guy hanging around their spot.

"Just get up and saunter down to the water to rinse the sand off your hands. Give him a little glimpse of that booty you work so hard on, I bet you get a date in less than 5 minutes." Celie elbowed her, in all their time in Miami Harper still had not gone out on a single date, and it was driving Celie crazy. "If you at least go down and rinse your hands, I'll make dinner and do laundry for a week. And if he talks to you and you flirt a little, I'll do two weeks, and if you go out on a date with him, I'll do a month."

Harper cracked an eye in her direction, interested, "seriously?" She hated laundry with a passion.

"Pinky swear on the moon goddess." Celie grinned, wiggling her pinky at Harper. She knew she had her, a week of laundry and cooking was nothing to at least get Harper interested.

Harper was incomparably beautiful; she always had been. Celie had never understood why the others called her ugly. She knew why the girls had picked on Harper, plain jealousy, especially Charlotte the Harlot. Charla had managed to convince herself that she was the bomb because all the boys wanted her because she was easy. So Charla hated knowing Harper had everything she would never have and didn't have to do anything for it. Harper had the most gorgeous thick, shiny dark hair, the clearest wide aqua eyes you've ever seen, and the most beautiful smile you could imagine. Flawless skin, high cheekbones, small straight nose, full curvy lips like Hedy Lamar. Celie would kill for those lips of hers. Harper was tall too, around 5'10 with long amazing legs, and a figure to die for. Even though they'd called Harper names, and said she was ugly, every guy in school had watched her when she walked by, they all stared at her when she wasn't looking. Harper just never realized it because the only thing she saw were their smirks, and the only thing she knew was their insults. But Celie knew the truth, she'd seen it with her own eyes.

"Go on, girl, before he leaves." Celie prompted again. "Just stroll on down there and rinse your hands, smooth some oil over your shoulders while you're down there. What can it possibly hurt? If he doesn't come over there and talk to you, who cares? You're not really flirting with him or trying; you're just showing off what the goddess gave you. If he doesn't come over, it's because he's totally intimidated by your stunning beauty."

"Are you going to stop bothering me if I don't go?" Harper asked with a sigh.

"Not for a second," Celie laughed. "And take off your sunglasses, let him get a peek at those aqua eyes of yours. Girl, I'd give anything to have eyes that color, I might have to get myself some contacts that color."