Author: eloise-in-wonderland
Jesolo, Italy 2011
"AHHHHHH HEY ROOMIE!!!"
Aly whipped around from unpacking her suitcase to see Mckayla running at her with her arms outstretched. She met the squealing girl halfway and enveloped her into her arms, relishing in her body pressed fully against hers. Mckayla pulled back and began hopping on her toes with excitement.
"Omygosh, this is going to be so great. We're in Italy, Aly!" Mckayla shouted, she wasn't sure what to do with herself, she was so excited. "Mmm, the land of pasta, gelato, cappuccinos, lasagna..."
"You know they have things here other than food, right?" Aly said, tapping the tip of Mckayla's nose.
"Yeah, of course I know that," Mckayla said, shrugging, "But those are the most important things." She smiled widely and clapped her hands together with glee. Aly laughed to herself and couldn't suppress her smile as Mckayla went to haul her bags into the room that she'd left in the hall.
"Umph, ok, so! I'm just so happy we're roommates. We're going to have the best time, I mean, you get to see my beautiful face every morning for a week. How lucky are you?" Mckayla said, hastily pulling shirts out of her Louis bag and piling them onto her bed.
Aly glanced at her with a grin, "The luckiest girl in the world." She instantly realized that came off a little differently than she would have hoped. Luckily, Mckayla took it for mockery.
"Oh shut up," Mckayla said with a laugh, and tossed a shirt at Aly. "So where are we're going out tonight?" She pulled a red dress out of her bag and held it up against her body, making model faces at herself in the mirror.
"Um, nowhere?" Aly scoffed. As much as she wanted to see her friend in that dress, this was a competition, not summer camp. Mckayla spun around and threw the dress on the bed.
"Um, why is that? Come on, you're seventeen and I'm almost sixteen, we're practically senior citizens on this continent. Nobody is going to say anything," Mckayla tried, bouncing over to Aly's bed and plopping herself in the center of it, sitting indian-style.
"Make yourself useful, will you?" Aly said, throwing two leotards into Mckayla's lap and standing with her arms crossed at the foot of the bed. "Which one should I wear for day one?"
Mckayla raised her eyebrow at the subject change, and threw her choice onto Aly's bag, neither amused or challenged. Aly looked down at her decision and chuckled.
"Pink, duh," Mckayla said.
"I don't know why I even asked," Aly retorted, fondly staring at her friend. Ugh, friend. What an awful word. Mckayla saw a look passing across Aly's face.
"Hey, come here, girlie," she commanded softly. She reached up and grabbed Aly's hand, pulling her down on the bed until they were both lying side by side on their backs. They sighed. Out of the corner of her eye, Aly caught Mckayla's chest, freed of leotards and corset-like sports bras, rising and falling as she breathed. With every movement, Mckayla's arm grazed Aly, a sensation she was zeroing in on as well. Mckayla turned her head to her best friend. "What's bugging you?"
Aly shook her head, not making eye contact, "Nothing, I'm good."
Mckayla pursed her lips, "Yeah, right. Al's you don't have to look like you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders every day, you know. It's going to give you premature wrinkles, and maybe a few grey hairs. I think judges deduct points for that." Aly playfully shoved Mckayla which elicited a giggle from the younger one.
"Oh my god, shut up! I do not look like that every day," Aly argued.
"Well, most days anyway. Maybe you're over worked, you should be home schooled like I am. It makes everything easier, trust me," Mckayla offered.
