Script

Chapter Fifteen: Shopping

In town we split up. Mark handed me a wad of cash and said "don't spend it all in one place, and meet me at three on the beach behind the third lifeguard," then ran off down the street.

Amy and I went into a store and I had her pick out some clothes, tee shirts, shorts, the usual. At the register I pulled out the cash and gave the guy at the counter about $250, in cash. He gave me an odd look and took the cash.

Outside I bought Amy some ice cream and sat down on a bench. We watched the ocean for a while. After Amy finished her ice cream she opened her mouth to talk then shut it again.

"What is it?" I asked.

"What's going to happen to us now?" She said, looking down at her new Converse.

"That's a good question. We'll probably stick with Mark for a while. He seems to know a lot about us, and he knows what we need to do to get The Script back." I said wiping peanut butter ice cream from her lips.

"You mean we're actually going after the Script?"

"Yeah. I think we will." I answered, staring out at the ocean.

The waves were pretty high today and the water was crystal clear.

"Tell yah what. We'll go get my clothes then go buy some bathing suits and sit at the beach 'till Mark comes."

"Okay!" She said standing up and grabbing a couple clothing bags.

We ran into a couple stores to buy my cloths then went to the car to get the bags off our hands. We had about seven bags in total.

After our trip to the car I dragged Amy into a grocery store to buy some snacks for the beach. She decided on some chips, pizza and pop. While we were checking out she noticed a stuffed dolphin above the counter.

"Can I get it Allie? Please!" I looked at the wad of cash in my hand. We had gone through about half the stack.

"I don't think that's a good idea Amy." I said counting out bills to pay for the food.

"Please..." She tried one last time really quietly.

"Fine." I said, feeling guilty.

"Could we have that dolphin please?" I asked.

"Coming right up. Is that all for you today?" The man at the counter asked, putting in our total. I nodded my head in response, and paid.

We left and went to go buy Amy her bathing suit. We ran into a couple stores and found her a cute black and white polka doted tankini.

When we went to buy mine, Amy forced me into buying a lilac colored strapless top, but I refused to buy the matching bottom. Instead I bought a black boy short styled bottom that was plain enough for me.

We put on the bathing suits, and sat down at the beach. Amy ran off into the water so I picked up a bag of chips and a book I had bought earlier. I was just getting to the good part, when I heard the sand squeak behind me. I turned around to find Mark walking in my direction.

"Hey! I like the bathing suit." He commented, walking up and sitting down beside me. He had changed into swim shorts and a swim shirt, and held a bag of caramel corn in his hand.

"It's horrible. Don't encourage the cuteness. What's up?" Amy came splashing out of the water and ran up to our spot.

"Carmel corn!" She shouted. Grabbing handfuls at a time and stuffing her face full.

"Was three fifty enough for all the clothes?" Mark asked looking at me as he threw a piece of popcorn into the air and caught it in his mouth.

"You gave me three hundred and fifty dollars? We didn't even make it throughout half the stack!" I said grabbing the wad out of the grocery bag and handing it back to him.

"No. It was three thousand five hundred..." Mark replied stuffing the cash into his clothing bag. My mouth fell open and almost hit the sand. Closing my mouth I said, "So how much longer do you want to stay?"

"As long as Amy wants." Mark said laying out a towel to sit next to me. Amy grinned then ran back to the water.

Mark and I sat for an hour or so drinking pop and making small talk. We were talking about The Script when Amy ran back out of the water. She grabbed her dolphin and sat down on the towel next to me. She stroked its head and fin then looked up at me.

"Where do we go first?" She asked looking down at the stuffed toy.

"We think we'll head to Italy, because that's where The Script was. Shakespeare had written it during his writings of Romeo and Juliet, and had hid it when he was doing research in Italy. Then we'll head to England where Shakespeare lived."

"Ok." She replied. "But one question, how are we supposed to get there without a plane?" She said, rubbing her arm.

"I know people." Mark said, smirking.

"You seem to know a lot of people." I commented.

"Do you happen to know a doctor person?" I said, pulling Amy onto my lap so I could inspect her arm.

"I do." He replied, standing up and shaking the sand off his towel. He ran into the water to wash the sand off. I followed.

I was busy rubbing the sand off my arms when Mark splashed me. I splashed back. Amy joined and it became a full on splash war.

Mark came up behind me and lifted me out of the water then threw me back into the water. I grabbed his arm, and pulled him down with me. I stood up and wiped the salt water from my eyes. Mark's blue eyes were inches from mine. He reached to grab my waist. I freaked out and stepped back. But my foot didn't land in the soft sand. It landed on a slippery rock and I lost my footing. I fell into the water, twisting my foot at an awkward angle. It hurt, but I tried to stand up. My ankle buckled beneath me and I fell back into the water.

Mark appeared above me and grabbed my waist, pulling me out of the water. I put my arm around his shoulders and he supported my waist.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"My ankle really hurts and I think I stepped on a sharp rock. My heal feels like it was stabbed." My voice cracked and a tear fell from my eye. "I think it's sprained."

Mark lifted me out of the water and called to Amy. She ran over and Mark trudged out of the water.

"Amy, throw me a towel." He set me down on a towel, then wrapped another one around me. He grabbed an extra shirt and wrapped strips of it tightly around my ankle. I silently wondered why he hadn't just taken his off, but a searing pain ran through my heel, so I pushed the thought aside.

"Thanks." I said.

"Can you walk?" He asked lifting me onto my feet. I put my foot on the ground and it collapsed again.

"No." I responded.

"Ok. Here." He said, lifting me up. "Amy, will you grab the stuff?"

"Yeah." She said. Then she followed Mark through the sand. I bounced up and down in Marks arms and he carried me out onto the sidewalk. He ran across the street then burst into a building. He set me down on a chair in the waiting room, then walked up to the secretary.

"We need to see Dr. Neil." He said slapping his hands down on the counter. The phone rang.

"Hi Mark! Um, he's with a patient right now. You can see him next." The young woman responded, picking up the ringing phone.

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