the summer (a Mikey Fusco Love Story)

chapter 3

I took the flyer and folded it into thirds, putting it in the envelope. I wrote my parents address, then just guessed on Ashton's address. How am I supposed to know what it is? I lived there for two days. I brought the envelope up to my lips and ran my tongue across the tab slicing my tongue. "God Damn!"

"shhhhhh......" The lady hushed me. What is this, a library?

I felt someone's hands on my shoulders. oh my god. right here, right now is where I'm gonna die! It's a kidnapper, a rapist, a pedophile, an abducter. I screamed in hope that someone would heard, too scared to turn around.

"relax, it's just me" ashton's voice sounded out.

"shhhhhhhh.,....." the lady in the post office shouted at us. We both busted out laughing.

we got in Ashton's car. I don't know why because we literally live a block away, but whatever floats her boat. I told her all about my day. Beleive it or not she was an acceptable person when she wasn't around Steven. I actually liked her when Steven wasn't there. It's a good thing he's on business trips like all month.

She made a left turn down our street. "There he is." i told her seeing the boy that I had made a fool out of myself in front of. He probably thinks I'm an idiot. I know that he made me feel like an idiot. I felt comfortable with Ashton. She had been through it all with boys, so she understands.

"He's pretty cute" ashton said "and he lives by us. That's a bonus"

"Tell me about it." I smiled. this conversation reminded me of our childhood. It hasn't been like this for awhile. It's nice.

"I have an idea." ashton said " follow me" she said parking the car in the driveway and heading upstairs into my room. Honestly now she was running she was so excited, I couldn't keep up so I stopped at the front door and just waited. Ashton and I haven't been this close in years and it was all coming back to me.

She had hated me after I supposedly caused her and her boyfriend to break up. I guess her boyfriend didn't like me because I was creepy and one day I accidently told her boyfriend that she had to wear headgear at night, which I guess totally ruined her life. She wouldn't talk to me for weeks and even after she talked to me nothing was ever the same between us, but that was back in her teenage days, where she was young and crazy and full of crazy teenage hormones which apparently made her think she needed to be perfect all the time.

She came running back down the stairs with a red small peice of clothing in her hand.

"Put this on" she said handing me the tiny peice of clothing that apparenly passed as a bikini. If she really thinks that I can pull this off she's nuts. I can't pull off anything.

"I'll be right back" she said running up the stairs in a childish way. I laughed.

I headed to the bathroom and took the top to the bikini and just stared at it. In what world is this acceptable? This looks like it belongs to a stripper. I'm not wearing this. Why does she even want me to wear this anyway?

I put it on, arguing with myself the whole time, thinking how crazy Ashton was. holy crap! this thing makes my boobs look huge. not acceptable. no no no no no. I crossed my arms, blocking my chest.

I slowly came out of the bathroom shivering because the house was cold and I was wearing a thin sliver of clothing.

Ashton gasped, now wearing her bikini.She can actually wear a bikini, I can't. "move your arms" she demanded laughing

I took my arms off my chest slowly resiting, then I finally just gave up and took them down.

"You look amazing. now let's go sit out on the lawn and tan." That was her plan. Are you kidding me? Getting boys just because I'm wearing hardly anything. They can see 90 percent of my body, which I'm not entirely comfortable with. I hardly ever go to the pool because boys stare.