Peach Silhouette

30, Part 4 | old haunts

"Good morning mom," Dream practically tossed the phrase towards his mother's back. She shook her head.

"Good morning, Clay. Have fun." Dream grabbed his coat off the hook and spun to face me. He smiled and took my hand in his. 

"Big day ahead of us?" I asked. 

"Yep." He opened the door and we stepped out of the house. Claire honked, and I rolled my eyes. I slipped my hand out of Dream's and ducked into the front of the car, laughing.

"What the fuck." I looked behind me to see him sullenly climbing into the backseat. Claire looked in the mirror and chuckled. She extended a fist and I returned the gesture, laughing. "You two get along too well." He crossed his arms and huffed, but I knew he was thankful we did. 

"You brought home fresh blood, Clay, what did you expect?" He rolled his eyes. 

"Whatever happened to that guy Callie was dating? Luke, or something?" 

"Oh him? She brought him for dinner once and he was a total dick. She dumped him a few days after." 

"All Lukes are dicks, everyone knows that." I offered. 

"Hey! What about Punz?" Dream retorted. 

"He's an exception, I guess." I replied. 

We laughed. 

"Ok, beach or arcade first?" Claire asked. 

"Uh....let's do beach first." Dream said decisively.

"Sure, Big D." She grinned. 

"Don't call me that."

"The D stands for dumbass." I laughed while he glared at her. 

"Listen little miss Tommy kinnie, I don't want any of your sass." After that she resided in an angry silence. 

"Tommy kinnie," I repeated under my breath, laughing. 

"I am NOT a Tommy kinnie. He's a Drista kinnie. I don't even care if you say I was born after him, I am obviously the bigger man in the picture and that makes him the Drista kinnie."

"Wait, since when has there been a picture?" Dream asked. I covered my mouth and closed my eyes at his obliviousness. 

"Clay, please tell me you're kidding. Why would Tommy be on the phone all the time when all of his friends are at NSHH?" I grinned and met his eyes in the mirror. 

"No." He said in shock.

"Yep." Claire replied, playfulness glimmering across her features. 

"NO." 

"YEP." 

"I fucking hate you." He crossed his arms. I stopped laughing for a moment and listened intently. 

"Wait, Claire, turn the radio up." I said quickly.

"WHY ARE YOU CHANGING THE SUBJ-"

"SHUT UP, CLAY. Why, George?" Her voice's sudden shift was a little frightening. 

"Just do it." I said. She turned it up and her eyes went wide. 

"YOUR SONG IS ON THE RADIO!" We all began screaming incoherently. Then, we gathered ourselves and screamed the lyrics. We pulled into a parking space in a small parking lot. There were no other cars, and it looked very secluded. We all stepped out of the car and took off our shoes. 

"The beaches on this coast are very different than the west coast." I said.

"Can't wait to see the difference tomorrow." Claire said slyly. Dream's head whipped around.