Chapter 13

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June 28th, 1988

We're back at the beach the next day: «A tan won't make itself up» is Avril's excuse

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We're back at the beach the next day: «A tan won't make itself up» is Avril's excuse. Our day is pretty slow, almost boring, but it gives me such peace of mind. Then she turns to me in the evening, while we're eating dinner:

"Wanna go to the bar?" I raise my eyes from my plate and look at her. She has a soft smile on, her eyes shining. "You're terrible at hiding your feelings, June."

"What do you mean?" She looks like she's having fun with this sudden confrontation.

"I know you have a crush for Holt."

"A-" I think of something to say to her, but I can't think of a comeback. I close my mouth and look down at my food, stuffing my mouth with more carbonara.

"I don't blame you, he's cute in his own way." She stirs her fork in the pasta. "But I never thought someone like him would be your type." She puts down her fork and stares into my eyes, I feel her gaze on me. "What do you see in him?"

What do I see in him? - That's a good question.

I haven't been with him for long periods of time.

But I've seen him play.

I've seen his muscles tense, his dedication, his gorgeous olive eyes. He had cared about me (I slept in his bed after all), and he had joked with me and served me a Coke.

I've watched him from afar, I've looked for him, and yet... I didn't know him.

"I like the way he plays. And he was nice to me." Avril nods and takes a sip from her drink.

"Then it's decided." I look at her in confusion.

"What's decided?"

"We're going to the bar today. And you're putting on your best outfit."

They're working at the bar today and Sonny is our bartender

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They're working at the bar today and Sonny is our bartender. Avril ordered one of her fancy drinks and, as always, I got a fizzy drink - Avril doesn't push me to get any alcohol, and I think that's because of the past events.

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