"Blue or Orange?" Demi asked, holding up two long sleeve tee-shirts.
"It's not a fashion show, Demi," I said exasperated,"It's just a campfire."
"It doesn't matter what it is, but it does matter who will be there," she retorted.
"Don't remind me,"I mumbled. I was not looking forward to tonight. Not only because i'll have to put up with John and Bruce, but because Demi will be flirting all night. Then when we get back to the cottage, she will rag on me for being a 'party-pooper' or 'fun-sucker'. It happens every time I go out with her.
"So are you going to help me choose, or what?" She was still holding the two shirts, as she looked at me with annoyance in her eyes. You know what, I thought to myself, not tonight. Tonight I will not be the fun-sucker. Tonight, I'm going to just let loose.
"The blue one," I said,"It makes your boobs look good."
She stared at me for a good 30 seconds before a smile broke out across her face. She whirled around and grabbed a pair of short-shorts from her suitcase, waving them in front of me.
"These would look great on you," She said carefully, seeing how I would react. I just grinned and snatched them from her, running into the bathroom to change.
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I started to have second thoughts as we were walking over to the Mason's. I felt ridiculous in these shorts, even though I had to admit, they made my butt look great. As we walked through the archway to their back yard, I left all insecurities behind me, knowing it was too late to back out anyway.
"Kelly! Walt! I'm glad you joined us!" Mary greeted, giving my mother a hug, then turning to me and Demi she said,"The boys are out collecting firewood, they should be back any minute. Who's your friend, Chloe?"
"Oh," I said, forgetting that they hadn't met,"This is Demi. Demi, this is Mary."
"Well, nice to meet you, Demi," Mary shook her hand,"and this is my husband Bryan."
"Nice to meet you," Bryan spoke for the first time as he walked over from the other side of the fire.
"You too,"Demi returned politely, just as John and Bruce emerged from the woods, arms full of firewood.
"Hey mom, where do you want these..." His voice trailed off as he looked up at me, astonishment in his eyes as he looked from my strappy sandals to my tight black tee-shirt. I blushed and looked away, pretending not to notice. Bruce on the other hand, couldn't take his eyes off of Demi and her low-cut shirt. This was definitely going to be and interesting night.
"Right over there, honey." Mary replied, pointing to a spot not far from the fire pit. She, along with the rest of the adults, were completely oblivious to the boys reactions. I glanced over at Demi, who gave me a playful smile.
After setting down the firewood, John motioned for Demi and I to join them at the picnic table on the other side of the fire. Demi looked over at me, searching for a signal to join them. I could tell she thought I was going to back out and be normal, boring Chloe again, so I took the lead and walked over to them sitting down next to John.
"Who, may I ask, is this lovely lady?" Bruce turned on the charm as Demi sat down next to him on the other side of the table.
"Demi," she stated," And you are?"
"Bruce," He replied. They continued to talk, but I wasn't paying attention. John had been staring at me since I sat down. He was either really bad at hiding it, or he just didn't care.
"May I help you?" I asked, as I turned to face him.
"Oh," he said, as if I had just woke him up from a dream "It's just...you look really great tonight."
"As opposed to every other time you've seen me?" I asked.
"What? No, that's not-" He was struggling for the right thing to say.
"I was kidding," I stopped him with a laugh.
"Oh, right," He said as a look of relief crossed his face.
I turned to stare at the fire. I'm not sure how long I watched it in silence, but I soon realized that Demi and Bruce had stopped talking also.
"I have an idea," Demi said, breaking the silence as we all turned to face her,"Why don't we play a little game of truth or dare?"
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Hold Your Breath
Teen Fiction"Losing a sister is like losing a part of yourself. She was so young, and I was supposed to teach her, and stand up for her, and protect her." After Chloe loses her sister in a car accident, she also starts losing herself. She can pretend her life i...
