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Thirty | Abs

SOTC: Señorita by Camilla Cabello, Shawn Mendes

"BRO, WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU MAKE GOOD LEMONADE?" Sienna exclaimed, looking at her cup with such a squint you would've thought it was a foreign object to her.

"I've known how to make this lemonade for years," Fedor stated. "I just didn't want to make you any!"

Mustafa took another sip and then said to Sienna, "He lets me have some when I'm not being a complete dick."

I smirked, and Sienna's jaw fell open.

On Saturday afternoon, Sienna, Fedor, Mustafa, and I were drinking lemonade as we all walked to the beach. Five minutes before, Fedor informed us all that he was reminded to give us something glorious in the form of liquid, which we all got in Solo cups as we left the house with swimsuits under our clothes.

"Nah, I would've wanted to make you some if you wanted, Sienna," Fedor said directly after Mustafa. "It's just because I forget to make this at home. I only made this shit in Krakow after school."

"Who taught you to make it in Krakow?" Sienna asked as our shoes hit the golden sands of the populated beach. Waves crashed against the shore, just barely loud enough over the cluster of surfers.

"One of my older sisters," Fedor stated.

"Vidiya?" Mustafa asked.

Fedor threw his empty cup in the recycling bin. "Yeah, her! Or at least, I think. I saw her last when I was seven." He turned to me. "Ashley, you like the lemonade?"

"Yeah, it's good," I said as we all set out the towels and surfboard on the beach. "You did a nice job with the flavoring."

Fedor flashed a grin.

Sienna began taking off her top to reveal part of her swimsuit. "I don't know about y'all, but I'm taking the surfboard first— ooo, and I found the cutest red two-piece for Ashley!"

Suddenly, Mustafa's head snapped up.

"You good bro?" Fedor asked him loud enough over what I could assume to be a hundred people all around us.

"Yeah, I just thought I saw a seagull flying towards my face," Mustafa said, and Fedor and I followed his gaze with a hand over our pairs of eyes to the sunny turquoise skies above to tilt our heads.

"Mustafa, all of the damn seagulls are all the way up there," Sienna said as she put her clothes in the bag, fully revealing her white two-piece to everyone.

"Um..." Mustafa started.

"I'M HERE!"

We all turned to the edge of the beach, where we all witnessed Francesca sprinting towards us like she was a horny teenage girl and we were Harry Styles. She wore a blue swimsuit with two white strings tying the bottom piece of her bottoms together, her noir curls forming a large bun resting on the very top of her head.

"Girl, you look fine as HELL!" Sienna exclaimed.

"You do," I said, finally throwing my clothes in the bag.

Francesca popped her foot up, flashing a quick smile. "Thank you, amigas!"

Sienna turned her head to the two boys and I. "Sooo Fedor, what do you think?"

By the way Fedor just continued to smile and stare at her, you would've thought the skin underneath his face flushed with blood. I turned my head to find Francesca's eyelashes batting away.

I sort of checked out for a second watching them look at each other. It was obscene; a blind person could feel the chemicals of their auras coming off them to sync with each other's. I found everything about the high school puppy love crush shit to be horrendous (yes I set them up, but only so I would feel less worse about getting shit-faced, okay?) Yet I just couldn't stop fixating on it.