After This, We're Getting Pizza

Chapter 3

"Alexia, wake up we're here."

I open my eyes to look and see if we are actually at the beach but blink rapidly because of the harsh sunlight.

"Hey we're here."says Jax.

I look around the car and notice everybody had already got out and left. I stare at Jax for a couple of seconds.

Then he notices how much i'm sweating. "Did you take your medication?"

I look away from his piercing eyes and out the window to try and avoid his eyes.

"Really Alex you know you have to take your medication!" He slightly yells at me.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to take it this morning, I was in a rush."

"Ughhh, damn it Alex, did you atleast bring it?"

"Umm...." I grab my bag and start rummaging threw my stuff in an attempt to find the orange pill bottle.

Eventually I pull out the pills and he sighs in relief. I grab my water bottle, pop two pills in my mouth and take a sip of the water.

"Happy?" I question.

"Ecstatic. Now come on every one is already in the beach house." He says opening the car door and getting out.

"Beach House?! You didn't say nothing about a beach house!"

"We all pitched in and rented it for the summer."

"Lit." I said following him into a modern looking beach home.

I notice that everybody is in the living room, so I head to the kitchen. I take out a sandwitch from my bag and hop onto the kitchen counter.

As I take the last bite of my sandwich, Jacobi steps into the kitchen.

"Me and everyone else are going to the store to get some food and other stuff, you comin?"

"No thanks, but can you get me some sour patch candies."

Another weakness

"Yea sure." He says and walks out.

Once everybody leaves I go explore the house. I found out it has four bedrooms and three bathrooms. I step into the bathroom and glance at myself in the mirror but immediately look away and head back down the stairs and out the back door.

Mirrors are among the most untrustworthy of liars, along with polititions, criminals and lovers. Mirrors distort your vision of you. Polititions make empty promises. Criminals care about self above all. And lovers give little but heart ache and painful memories.

As I start walking out onto the patio, I hear the waves crashing onto the shore, kids yelling and playing, and the sea gulls squawking their annoying beaks off.

I watch as couples pass by, looking at each other with such adoration and love. I wish that I could have a connection like that. I want someone to tell me I look beautiful when I feel hideous, smart when i feel like a moron, and worthy when all else deems otherwise. I want to be with someone who will drown out my insecurities and give me a reason to live and endure this retched, beautiful thing we call life.

I sit down in the sand, close my eyes and just breathe in the ocean air, listen to the children play and the soothing sounds of the water meeting the shore.

I notice I start to drift off so I decide to take a walk down the beach to wake me up.

I lift my shirt over my head and decide to leave my shorts on. When I turn around to put my shirt in the sand, I notice that everyone was back and already outside.