Caleigh
Annabelle, Gracie, and I got out of my car at our favorite hangout spot: the New Orleans water tower. It had been a hard week at school and we were all ready for the weekend to start. We brought along Annabelle's cooler with all our favorite pops and the portable iHome. We also had a big bag of the best candy. This was the tradition every Friday night.
The water tower has been around for over 100 years and was close enough to the beach that you could see miles into the water. The road to the water tower goes right next to the shore and floods easily when it rains a lot. But that's why we use Gracie's big truck. Right next to the water tower is a huge rock. It almost looks like a mountain. About twenty feet up the path, there's a cave. It's hidden behind some tall grass so hardly anyone knows about it. But during the summer, we love the cool air inside of it.
Climbing to the top of the tower, it was a little chilly. Luckily, there were blankets in the car so I ran back to grab them. As I was closing the door, I heard another car pull up. I had to tell Gracie and Annabelle so I hurried up the ladder as fast as I could. There was never anyone else here.
We all looked over the edge watching the car. It shut off and three guys got out. I've never seen the guys before and neither had Gracie or Annabelle, but they didn't look too much older. All three guys were very cute. The driver was very tall, with dirty blonde hair and a little bit of stubble on his chin. The passenger was the shortest of the three, but he was still about 5'9". He had short, dark brown hair and big brown eyes. The third guy caught my eye immediately. He was tall and blonde with brown eyes and cute freckles.
Annabelle, being the most confident of the three of us, called out to the guys. "Oh look girls, we have company." The guys looked up, noticing us for the first time and climbed the ladder. We all introduced ourselves and we learned their names. The dirty blonde driver was named Cody; the brunette was named Justin; and the blonde that I liked was named Carson.
We sat there for a few hours talking, drinking pop, and eating candy. We learned that the guys had come to Louisiana from California to do some charity. They started on Monday but they had gotten here a few days early to check out the place and learn their way around. They all did cross country and track, except Cody who liked football and track.
Gracie and Cody clicked immediately and eventually went off by themselves to walk around. Carson, Justin, Annabelle, and I all had a very awkward conversation. It was because Annabelle and Justin didn't seem to like each other very much. And Carson was very quiet, but I got him to talk a little bit and little by little he came out of his shell.
After Gracie and Cody got back, I took Carson down to show him the cave. He thought it was really neat and we sat in the cool air for a few minutes not speaking. Carson broke the silence, "Hey, would you maybe want to go to dinner sometime? I know this really awesome place down on Lion street." I smiled big and agreed. After that, we went back up to the water tower.
I guess one of us should have noticed the sky becoming dark or the water turning choppy, but we didn't. And maybe we should have listened to the radio more often. But all we listened to was our iPods, and the guys were from out of town. For this reason, no one knew to expect what came next.
Annabelle
Why me? Why must I get stuck with the jerk every time? Carson and Cody are so nice, but Justin... He hates me. I know he does. And I guess he's kind of cute, if you like runners, and crooked smiles, and big brown eyes that just make your heart drop when they look straight at you. Oh, who am I kidding? He's gorgeous.
Caleigh just got back with Carson. She looks really happy. She and Carson look cute together. So do Gracie and Cody. And I'm stuck with adorable, jerk Justin. It's not that he's said anything wrong to me. It's just that every time he looks at me, he gets this look on his face like I am not his type at all. Which I'm probably not. He seems like the head cheerleader type. I'm the farthest thing from head cheerleader.
