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*This is messy plot. Made when I was a teen. Beware.*
The story of a young woman who finds he...
"There she goes. There she goes again. Racing through my brain..." ♫ There she goes by The La's.
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Boobs, Bikinis, and Bubbles.
Three surefire things to make my boyfriend go crazy and— the perfect way to celebrate the good news from his latest check-up at the hospital.
"Here they come, toots!"
On my knees on the tippy-top roof of Harlow's soaking wet, 1967 red Camaro in a bright white bikini with Koi, we waved and yelled our hellos' to Zayn's car as it came happily honking down the street.
We were soaked in water and lavender-tinted soap from head to toe, and the stunted reaction on Harlow's face as he sat in the passengers' seat was visible even in the glare of the blistering sun.
"Welcome home, baby!" I blew Harlow a kiss with a hand full of bubbles and watched him drop his mouth open as the car came to a stop at the end of the driveway. Naomi was spraying the hose around us while we held up glitter-made signs that said "Cherry-bombs' busty bikini car-wash—$10. Hot guys & girls 4 free."
The girls' and I spent the entire afternoon doing just that. Listening to music, sipping on fruity cocktails, and washing every car that passed by, for free.
It was officially and finally summertime, which meant it was time to spread a little sunshine.
I sure was in the mood.
My heart raced as Harlow got out of the car, a tight-fit red shirt on his torso with tight black pants, and a belt that had a Cherry buckle on it.
His boots smacked against the pavement as he strutted forward a few steps and slammed his car door, taking his sunglasses off to eye me hungrily, "What did I tell you about getting half-naked, wet, and soapy when I'm not around, Cherry-love? You're in so much fucking trouble."
"Mmm... I think you're the one who's in trouble." I reached behind me and snatched my water gun, aiming it right for his head and squirting a big stream of water.
"Augh!" Harlow screamed from the cold temperature and darted off toward the lawn away from me.
"Water fight!" Koi screamed in the most adorable way possible and whipped out her own bedazzled gun that was twice the size of mine to help me double-team, Harlow.
I slid off of the car on my butt with ease and began to chase him around the yard while Naomi and Kristen, whipped their guns out too.
This was how life had been for the past few days; lots of laughter, lots of happiness, and a lot of kisses in bikinis. Deciding to give Harlow another chance was shaping up to be the best 'worst' decision of my life because I was incandescently happy. Even happier than I was before.
"Cher, think about this."
I held the water toy up like a real gun and backed Harlow up against the garage, "Get naked or feel the wrath of my freezing fun-gun. It's got ice cubes so you know it's real fuckin' cold."
