Things change sometimes [The summer I turned pretty]

Chapter one

Summer 

Belly

— Drew's bummed you're missing the beach matchup with the boys team next weekend.— Says Taylor 

— Um, make sure you tell Sophie to square up for the block.—

— ¿Drew Martinez is texting me about you and you're talking about volleyball?, Like are you serious right now?.— Taylor laughs saying the last sentence.

— Drew doesn't care if I'm there or not. He just want an excuse to text you.— — And you better take this game against the guys seriously, I mean, team pride is on line Taylor.—

— Please. You know me better than that, I would never let a body beat me at anything.— She laughed again.

— I thought you came here to help me back.— I say looking at a Swimsuit.

— Fine, I'll help. Here's a tip, don't bring that speedo, it doesn't do a thing for your new boobs.—

— It's not a Speedo.-

— I'm just saying, babes. Like do you need to pack cute things.—

— Well, I always buy a new suit when I get there.—

— Okay, so, buy one that doesn't look like you're trying out for the swim team.—

— ¿Are you serious?— I'll say laughing.

— Yes.— Taylor to get laugh.

I pouted on her and we laughed together for a few seconds

— Belly, we're leaving in the next ten minutes!.— Says mom.

— I got to go.— I'll say.

— No, you don't.— Says Taylor stopping me.

— Yes.—

— We still ten minutes.— She says, and she pushing me next to her.

We stared at each other for a few seconds.

— Boop.— She says as she touches my nose. — Okay, before I let you go, you have to tell me your summer wish. Like, the one thing you want to happen this summer.—

— I don't know.—

— You little liar, Yes you do. You want a hot make-out with Conrad Fisher. You want your tongue on his mouth, you dirty little slut.—

— Okay. Shut up, Taylor.—

— I'm just saying. Like you've been in love with him since we were 12. You've got to shit or get off the pot.—

— A, That's disgusting, and b, it doesn't matter what I do, he doesn't see me that way.—

— Oh, he'll see you, Whether he wants to or not. You look a lot different than the last summer, Belly.—

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I love this drive, this moment. It's like coming home after you've been gone a long, long time.

Actually, I love to sing at the top of my lungs in the car, it's my stamp

— Uh, can you guys turn it down, please?.— mom's says.

— Yes, please.— Repeat Steven.

 They fuck up the whole vibe. 

— Thank you. I want you to be better about helping out this summer. Like, don't just leave your dishes in the sink. Load them into the dishwasher. And not just your own dish, either, Steven.—