Summer Fling

1. Snap cat?

My feet slide on the wooden floor as I walk into the kitchen, the smell of waffles reaching my nose.

"Mornin' grandma!" I kiss her cheek and steal a strawberry from one of the bowls on the counter.

"Hi sweetie, take these out to the porch." she orders me while pushing a plate of waffles in one hand and a bowl of fruit in the other.

Furrowing my eyebrows I nudge her shoulder with my head. My grandma speaks with her hands so as she asks me what I want, I drop my finished strawberry in her hand and run out the door. When I was little I used to always spit my gum in her hand every time she yelled that I shouldn't be having candy before dinner. I think it's my spit that keeps her hands so soft.

"Hey Soph." I greet my cousin who's taking pictures of the table. She greets me as she moves the candles on the table in different ways.

"Can you move the green one over there to the right a little please and push the bowl of fruits next to the orange juice?"

Before I can reach the bowl of fruits my grandma walks in and curses.

"Not again Sophia, how many times do I have to tell you. Food is for eating, all of you kids are taking pictures of your food like you won't ever see it again. You have waffles everyday!"

"Sorry, I have to keep up with my posts. I haven't posted in three days, the fans are waiting." She wiggles her eyebrows at me as I wait for my grandma to react.

Shaking her head she sits on the wicker chair and sips her coffee. I grab a plate and put two waffles on it, drizzling syrup on top. I sit next to Sophia and stuff a big piece into mouth. My grandma makes the best waffles I swear, it's Bisquick and all but I can't find waffles as perfect anywhere else.

"Hey your legs look nice, prop them up on the table let me get them in my shot." Sophia picks up my legs without warning.

"Hey! I almost dropped my waffles, are you crazy?!" I push her hands away from my legs and get comfortable so she could take her picture. She's obsessed with Instagram but, who can blame her. I love taking pictures myself and her fans love what she can capture through a lens. It makes everyone feel like a professional photographer, including myself.

"I will never understand your generation," my grandma shakes her head staring at Sophia, "I understand capturing a moment and all but must everyone see what you're having for breakfast or know when you're using the bathroom?"

"That's just a stereotype grandma," I tell her, "All adults think we post that we just used the bathroom but, it's not a real thing. No one cares, we just post our thoughts in case someone feels the same or we post what we're doing and who we're with to make our lives seem cool."

"I bet if you all had social media you would be doing the same thing." Sophia pipes up, putting her phone down and grabbing a banana.

"Well with the war we wouldn't have time for that. Did I tell you all about the time we were stuck in the basement for a month?"

"Yes grandma." We say in unison before she can continue her hour long story that we've heard millions of times.

After finishing up we carry the stuff back into the kitchen. I sit on a bar stool while watching my grandma wash the dishes and Sophia on dry duty. Milton, my grandma's cat, is scratching the legs of my stool trying to get me to scratch him.

Milton was a kitten when I was little and now he's a fat cat just like me. We both grew up at the same time and now he's an old cat with his fur graying. I get up and sit on the floor, taking out my phone I record him nudging my hand with his head on Snapchat.

"Dylan? Where did you go?" my grandma calls out.

"Down here," I stick my head up, resting my chin on the counter, "Milton is being needy."

I show her the video I took and she shakes her head smiling,

"Did you record this on what's it called, snap cat?"

Dropping the spoons that she was drying, Sophia cracks up laughing as the utensils clatter to the ground causing Milton to hiss and run away.

"Snapchat, good try grandma. What about the thing with the bird?" I quiz her on her social media knowledge.

"Twitter, not tweeter. Last time I said that Sophia peed," She starts to chuckle, "I'm going to take my medicine don't post anything you'll regret on facecook."

"We should sign her up Pinterest. Maybe she'll make us cool things." Sophia says while picking up the spoons and wiping them again.

"That'll be hard considering she can't stand the iPad. Every time she can't swipe she gets angry and gives up. She's too impatient and rough with technology." We got our grandma an iPad for Christmas, so she can be up to date. She could Skype us, maybe connect with her old friends again. It turns out she's not the best person to handle technology so the iPad is probably out of battery, hidden under the couch cushion or something.

"I'm going out to the porch, don't cut yourself with the knives."

Grabbing my phone from the counter I push the old white door open and close it quickly before any heat could get inside. Although the beach is in front of us, which should cool the air, today is especially humid. Plumping the cushion, I take a seat on the porch swing.

Scrolling through my instagram feed, I double tap my friends pictures as they post their summer activities. One is flaunting her new bikini, one is kissing her new boyfriend and one posted a picture of her burger. I like my burger friend, and it caused my stomach to growl, so I make a teasing comment. Sophia comes out and props her feet on the porch rail, causing the swing to sway back and forth.

She begins humming a song that we've been hearing on the radio nonstop so, naturally I record her on Snapchat and kick her in the face before the video ends.

"Shut up," I warn her as I add the NC filter to the video before posting it on my story.

In revenge, she hums it louder and records me as she smacks my face with one of the pillows off of the wicker chair.

"I deserved that." I admit as I fix my hair which is now all over my face.

Around noon, we go on a walk with our grandma on the beach so she could collect seashells for a project she's been working on. My mom bought her a bunch of craft books for mother's day, hence why we wants her on Pinterest. No need to carry those books around. She's always been crafty and this beach themed project caught her eye.

"Grab that one before it floats away!" my grandma yells at Sophia who's busy taking pictures of the sunset.

She places the brown and white sea shell in the bucket which is almost full.

"I can't carry this anymore," I complain, "Let's head back before the sun is gone." My grandma takes the bucket out of my grasp and gives it to Sophia. Finally, my hand was cramping it felt like it would fall off. As we head back the sun begins to hide below the water as the pink sky slowly gets darker. Before it's completely dark, my grandma orders us to rinse the shells with the hose.

As I'm dumping the brown sand water out of the bucket, my phone buzzes.

"Your butt is buzzing." Sophia points out.

"No, really? I couldn't feel it vibrating on my butt cheek." Dropping the bucket on the ground by her feet, I take out my phone.

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