Curly Headed Cutie (Original)

Chp. 11: "Naugthy Tiffany~"

"You sure you don't want to get in the water, Tiff?" Stormy asks, looking over her shoulder at me. I nod, "Yeah! I'm sure."

"Suit yourself!!" Stormy says before running off the dock and into the water, splashing.

Christian jumps back before the water could land on him, "AGH! This is why I decided to stay in the cabin the first time!!"

I laugh as Travis looks over at him, frowning, "It's just lake water. You act like it's going to kill you..."

"It might!" Christian protests, sitting cross-legged on the grass next to me, "There are all types of bacteria in that water."

"Right..." Travis nods slowly, clearly not buying into that, "If you say so, germaphobe."

Currently, school just let out a few hours ago, and I'm at the spot with Travis and the others. Almost everyone jumped into the water except for me, Travis, and Christian. It's around maybe 8 p.m. and we're just out here chillin.

We baked cupcakes this time instead of cake, and everyone got to decorate their own. It was cute until my clumsy self spilled some of the frosting on Travis's shirt.

AGAIN.

God, I'm surprised he doesn't hate me for always ruining his clothes...

Anyway, May hopped in first along with Jamie, and now they're off doing their own little thing while Stormy and Joshua are competing to see who can make the biggest splash.

So far, Joshua is winning.

"HA! That splash was weak!" Joshua teases, as Stormy surfaces. She rubs her hair from her face and glares at him, "NUH-UH!! THAT WAS HUGE!! EVEN TIFFANY CAN AGREE WITH ME!!"

She whips around to look at me, "TIFFANY! TELL JOSHY THAT THAT SPLASH WAS HUGE!!!"

"It was pretty big," I agree, shrugging. "But bigger than Josh's? Nope." Travis says bluntly, eating the last of his popsicle, "SORRY STORM!"

"No, you're not!" She pouts, swimming away, Joshua following close behind, laughing. I giggle, and Travis shrugs raising his hands defensively, "You asked for my opinion!"

Stormy looks over at him, angrily, "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE?!"

"I can't tell a lie!!!"

"And that's a lie," Christian says, sipping his sprite. Travis shoots him a look, leaning back in his chair, frowning, "I didn't ask you, now did I, Christian???"

"Hey! Freedom of speech!" Christian states, raising his hands defensively, "I have the right to say what's on my mind."

Travis narrows his eyes at him for a long moment before asking, "Shouldn't you be at football practice or something???"

"I decided not to show up today...and the other day," Christian explains, standing up, finishing the last of his sprite, "Missing two days wouldn't hurt nothing." He then turns and walks off toward the cabin, "I'm going to go take a nap!"

He then whips around shooting us glares, but mostly Travis, "Don't think about drawing on my fucking face, Travis."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Chris!" Travis shouts back, waving him off, "I love you!!!"

Christian just rolls his eyes at that and walks away. Travis frowns, "He doesn't love me...am I not good enough???"

I look over at him, raising a brow, "You can't be serious..."

"He never says it back..." Travis mumbles, a sad expression on his face, "I knew it..." I laugh, shaking my head, "Aww! I'm sorry Travis."

"Nah, it's okay. I'll find somebody new," He replies, eating the rest of his popsicle, "And then he'll come crawling back. They always do..."