A Week of Fame

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"Hey!" You jolt awake to Adrian screaming at you. "Come on, hibernation can wait for spring break! It's a gorgeous day, and we should be by the water already."

You turn over with a groan to check your phone. 8 a.m. was not your friend this morning, but nobody tells Adrian to wait. She leaves when she sees you getting out of bed. Before you start to get dressed, you remember you noticed a text message on your phone in the haze of just waking up.

H/N:

Good morning! I was curious if you ladies would let me do the honor of cooking your dinner tonight? Can't live off of pizza and wine the whole time you're here.

You:

Wow, a goodnight and good morning text, what did I do to deserve such treatment? Ha-ha and that's not necessary, I am fully capable of cooking us food. But, if we are back from the beach on time to make dinner, I suppose you're welcome to join us!

You set the phone back down and pack your bag. Towel, headphones, your favorite book, a magazine you picked up in the airport, a portable phone charger, and anything else you could think to throw in there, went. You barely finished putting your black lace bathing suit cover on before your phone went off once again.

H/N:

You seriously kill me. Let me do something nice for you, after I completely unloaded my life story on you yesterday. Meet you back at your house at 5? That should be plenty of time to get your tan on, right?

You squeeze your eyes tightly, reading the term "get your tan on" makes you feel hoity toity.

You:

Are we having our first fight? (You chuckle to yourself while typing it.) Because I'll win. I'm not letting you cook for us! 5 o'clock should be fine, come prepared to eat!

He didn't message you back after that, thankfully. It made getting out of the house much easier. It was a scorcher of a day, so the wind from the convertible was a nice addition to the ride. It's looking like you'll be reapplying sunscreen all day today.

"Oh, before I forget," you pipe up in the car. "We have to be home by 4 today."

She hesitates, but gives you an understanding nod, "Okay, any particular reason why? Or is 6 hours out in the fresh air too much for you to handle?" She checks the time on the radio to find we will get there about 9:30.

"H/N wants to come over for dinner again, so since he's coming at 5, I want to have dinner started by quarter after 4," you try to make it sound uninteresting.

"He's coming over again? Ooo girl! Somebody's got his eyes on you," she shimmies.

"Don't start, he's probably more interested in conversing with you anyways, I'm just his way in," you say unamused.

The beach was exactly what you needed. Warm sand and cool water offered the perfect combination. Once you set up your folding chairs, you take a dip in the water. There were people everywhere already. Little kids giggled as they ran in and out, couples walked the sea's edge hand in hand, and a group of boys were playing volleyball off in the distance.

After a few makeshift laps, you head back to Adrian who is completely paralyzed on her chair. She was the sun goddess and knew the ins and outs of getting a nice tan. Giving yourself a good towel dry, you pull your sunscreen out and cover every inch you can get your hands on. But you knew your fate was sleeping with your skin on fire tonight.