Many Chance Summer

What is YOUR Problem?

     After the the day of RickThePrick, I went home-to the motel, I mean, and relaxed. The motel didn't have tv but I just used the wifi and watched Coven, season 3 of American Horror Story. Seriously, if you guys haven't watched the series yet, watch it. Or...don't. If you have a high tolerance to gross and inappropriate and scary things, go for it. Just...don't have any parents or kids under the age of 14 around.

     Anyway, I fell asleep and when I woke up, it was about 5 or 6 in the evening. I decided I didn't want to stay in anymore, so I left my friends, took the car, and went out to the pier. There are cute little jewelry and souvenir shops around the beach. I am currently in a jewelry shop with necklaces with conch shell and starfish earrings. I remember this used to be Harvey's Hat but I guess they ran out of business or something. The hats were pretty boring anyway.

     There are kids my age and maybe a little younger and older and families here.

     "Mommy! Look!" A little girl points to a silver necklace among many silver necklaces hanging from the same beam. "That one is like the one you gave me."

     "Yeah, Jeanine. I bought your necklace here," her mother says, smiling down at her. I smile. I love families. I wish I had a baby.

     You thought.

     "Ooh!" She stands on her tipi toes and reaches for another necklace but her mother pulls her hand away.

     "No, Jeanine. Don't touch!" She scolds her. I flinch at the sudden change in her attitude. A second ago she was all smiles and soft voice. "What do I always tell you? Ugh, it's your father. He's always spoiling you. What do I always tell him?"

     Ugh, family struggles.

I turn back around and continue examining some bangles. Gold ones, in particular. I remove a set from the shelf. They have shells and waves and the Pennsylvanian flag, I think. Another pack has words like "Live" and "Free" and "Ocean", which is kind of ironic because Harvey's Lake is actually a lake.

"Oh!" I exclaim silently to myself as the little girl had just done. I pick up a pair adorable silver earrings. They are fat studs and have a surfer riding a wave on each earring. I stand in front of the mirror near me and put them to my ear.

"I love those earrings," a girl behind me says. I look at her in the mirror and smile. She is a pretty white girl with long, thick brown hair and grey eyes that seem to sparkle. I can smell her perfume or body spray faintly. She rocking a cute abstract, floral, see through beach cover up over her little, itsy bitsy string bikini that I can still see pretty well through her beach cover up. "They look so cute on you."

     She must notice my expression because she backs away a little.

     "Sorry, you must think I'm such a weirdo." She laughs nervously.

     I smile at her.

     "I mean, it was kinda weird...Like are you checking me out? You like what you seee?"

     The girls' face turns a deep red and she looks away sheepishly.

     "I-I was actually coming to get those earrings," she continues. "Well, not those earrings exactly but ones like those."

     She walks to my left and pick up the same earrings I'm holding in my hand off the shelf I was just at. 

     "Sorry, again."