Maine Squeeze

Hey everyone, so please bear with me, I'm new at this writing thing! I hope you like it and if you do, please comment, I would love to get some feedback. Pretty please comment, it would be amazing because if no one comments I'm assuming it sucks, so just let me knoww. I would seriously love to read anyone's story too! Anyways, enjoy! 

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"These look good, right?"

"Right?"

"Fallon, I asked you a question!" exclaimed Heidi.

"Oh, sorry.." I said, my mind clouded. 

"So should I buy them?"

"Buy what?" I asked. 

"Nevermind, you're hopeless."

Hopeless. Pretty much. I'm sitting in this huge department store in Manhattan, wishing I could be back in the apartment reading a book. I don't do girly things really, it's not that I don't want to, I'm just not good at doing them. My little sister, Heidi, is a pro at this sort of thing though, she's only fourteen and yet she probably owns enough clothes, makeup, and shoes to fill this entire department store. Plus, she's beautiful. She has long blonde curls, and her skin always has that flawless tan that looks natural even though we live in the city and spend most of our time indoors. She dresses to the 9's and has this way with guys. The second any guy meets her, they are at her mercy, following her around like she's Aphrodite. Needless to say, I'm jealous. I love her, but it's tough to come in second to your little sister. 

"Girls, I just got a call from the salon about my appointment with Roberto in an hour. We should put a wiggle in it!" 

Hedi and I looked at mom and looked at each other. 

"Put a wiggle in it?" said Heidi, mortified. "Mom, you can't use your weird little phrases out in public! It's so embarrassing!" She shook her head and I just started laughing. 

"Sorry, sweetie. I know how you get irked when I say that!" said mom. "What I meant was, we have to hurry up, so I don't miss my hair appointment, okay?" 

"Okay, sorry mother," Heidi said sheepishly. 

She gave mom a hug. I know what she's doing! She's good. 

"Oh it's alright, muffin!" 

"Hey, mom.." 

"Yes dear?"

"Do you think I could get these sandals to match the bikini?"

"Oh okay, honey. But only because you've been such a sweetie!" 

Unbelievable. Heidi is a master manipulator.

"Fallon aren't you getting anything for our trip?" asked mom. 

"No, I think I'm good mom."

As we walked out of the store, mom took a call from her therapist. Heidi linked arms with me, laughing. We always had a good time together. 

"Are you excited for the trip?" she asked, enthusiastically. 

"I mean, I think it'll be nice to get away for the summer."

"It won't really be like getting away though, most of our friends summer there too."

"True," I responded.

In a week we're going to Maine. Every summer, we go to Maine. We have this really fabulous beach house right on the water. It's historic with molded doors and windows and it's huge. Absolutely fabulous. It feels great to get out there in the summer, out of the apartment. For New Yorkers, we have it easy, a nice spacious apartment on the top floor, but there's nothing like staying in a real house with other real houses surrounding it. 

"I hope I meet some hot new guy!" said Heidi, laughing.

"I'm sure you will, you always do."

"Lets make a pact right now. We are both going to fall in love this summer. Deal?" 

"I don't know.." I said. She was being so ridiculous. I've never fallen in love before and just because my little 15 year old sister says I should, doesn't mean it's going to happen. Besides, who needs some hot guy with a hot beach body on the hot sand anyways? 

"Come on!" she cried. "It would be soo much fun!" 

"What do I have to do if I break the pact?" I asked. There's always a catch with Heidi. 

"Hmm.." she murmured. 

Crap. Did I really just give her the idea that we needed a catch? 

"I've got it!" she said, already laughing to herself. "If you don't fall in love, and I mean really, don't pay someone to tell me how in love you are, you have to full-on makeout with some trashy Mainer!" 

"Fine, but the same goes for you too," I said. This could be fun, I either go home in love with someone or I go home with lobster breath. 

She looked puzzled for a minute, but then straightened as if she had this in the bag, and didn't need to worry. We shook on it and laughed. It was weird how she said "some trashy Mainer" though. I loved her to death, but how snobby can you get?