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"Daniel drop the fucking attitude bro, what would make you think that i'd ever put my perfectly clean hands on your dirty ass body." I retort. When Daniel woke up from his nap, the car had newly been parked in the beach house driveway. He woke up being shaken vigorously and immediately accused me to be the one at fault. "Like seriously, go take a shower, you smell like shit."
I stood outside the vehicle for a who knows how long. The temperature outside blanketed my skin. And as I stretched, it gave a slight nuance to how I would spend this summer.It felt incredible. It felt different. "Are you just going to stand there so I can lock you out." In my peripheral vision I see Daniel standing at the door frame, with his arms crossed. So tightly around himself, his arms act like a push-up bra. I grab the big duffel bag stuffed beneath my seat, before closing the car door.
"Push any tighter and your boobs will be as big as mine."
Daniel only rolls his eyes as he watches me push past him into our home. I immediately walk up the stairs to my room. Since we were kids, the room arrangements have never changed. My room was closest to the bathroom. You'd think it'd put me to an advantage, and that would be the case if my brothers weren't literal pigs who hog the bathroom as if it were their pig pen. I put my stuff down on the floor of my bed room, before pulling out my phone to call Belly. Every summer we'd break the ice by calling when we arrived, and it was an unspoken rule that we'd switch turns on who called first every summer. This summer it was my turn.
I watched as my phone rang, unable to contain the anxiety infusing every crevice of my chest. There are pros and cons to having the type of friendship Belly and I share. A con was that I never knew if we were still going to act like the previous summer, attached to the hip and all. Because we go through a period of time, a long period of time at that, with no communication.
On the fourth ring, the noise you get when someone answers your call is heard. I move the phone up to my ear quickly. "Hey." My voice was just above a whisper. "Come over in 10." Belly says, a slight chirp to her voice. Before I could question her about it, the call was already over. She'd hung up just as fast as those words came out of her mouth.
I leave the house in the same outfit I left my hometown in, A black top and jeans. The best part about Belly living only a few houses down, is that I hardly ever break a sweat walking over there.
I can feel the anxiety and all my thoughts leave as I reach their front door, because the first voice I heard was my Mother's. It baffled me how quick she was in getting there, she must've just went straight to their house. Before my fists could even touch the door, it opens with a hard swing. All of a sudden my vision is blocked by a blue eyed blonde, taller than I could ever wish to be.
