Lessons from a Rude Boy

Cool Water & Hot Heads- Part 1

“Hello?” when the phone rings near three in the morning you have to wonder what kind of depraved human being is calling.

            “Addison,” the non sleep encumbered voice cooed, obviously that answers my question.

            “What do you want Mason?” I groaned, eyes searching for glaring red numbers. 4:15 am. It was enough to have me groaning again.

            “Is that any way to greet me?” he tsked, but I couldn’t find the energy to smile.

            “It is at four in the morning,” I rationalized.

            “Well it’s time to wake up sleepy head,” he sounded unnaturally chipper for the current time. Espically knowing that he had not brought me home last night until after midnight and then called me just to rehash our entire day for almost two hours.

            “I just got to bed.”

            “We have to get an early start.”

            “Early start on what?” despite my reservations about being up this early I sat up and immediately started running my fingers through the gnarls of my hair.

            “Our official senior skip day.”

            “Right…” it was evident that my sleep deprived brain had no idea what he was talking about.

            “Addison you just wake up, throw on your bathing suit and meet me outside in ten minutes,” he laughed.

            “My bathing suit?” I asked, already complying.

            “Yes ma’am,” again he chuckled and I heard a door shutting.

            “Am I to assume that we are going to be by a large body of water today?” my hands flew through my dresser trying to locate the only bathing suit I own, my swim shorts and a change of clothes.

            “Yes, now get your cute little butt down stairs,” the phone clicked off.

            “So much for good bye,” I muttered, slipping my one piece on and tugging the shorts over my legs.  

            By the time Mason pulled up outside I had already packed my breakfast up, dreading the greased up heart attack inducing food he would demand I ingest, as well as the necessities for dealing with nature.

            “Am I allowed to know where we are going?” I stifled a yawn as I slid into his car.

            “We are going to the river,” he eyed my tee shirt. “I hope you have a swim suit on under that shirt or we are going to have some problems,” he cocked one eyebrow at me.

            With flushed cheeks I lifted my shirt, revealing my demure red bathing suit, “Does that answer your question?”

            “Yes,” he smiled gingerly. “Now for the next one,” he started to pull away. “Why do you have an old granny suit on?”

            “It is not an old granny suit,” I scoffed. “It’s a one piece.”

            “It’s ugly,” he commented lightly.

            “It is not,” I defended.

            “Seriously Addison,” he cocked his head at me, “ I have seen more revealing swim suits on geriatrics.”