I saw my mom as I was passing the living room, I turned back "Mom I think Alec is hungry," I said. "kizziana I'm really busy right now, just get him what he wants," she replied. "Mom I got places to be," I said putting Alec down and as I said it I heard a car horn blowing outside "and there's my ride so bye mom, bye Alec," I said waving as he ran to mom. "Travis! There here!" I shouted. He came running downstairs. He changed his outfit which looked simple enough this time. He threw my beach bag to me and we ran outside closing the door. We put our stuff in the trunk. My other best friend Chris was driving. I got in the front of the car with Chris and Travis sat in the back with Sarah. "Hey Chris," I said. "Hey Kiz, you look great," he said. "Thanks," I replied "but wait till you see my bathing suit," I added giving him a toothy grin. "You don't look too bad yourself," I said patting his muscles. He started flexing them for me. "Ha, your going to have all the girls at your feet in no time," I told him. "That's the plan," he replied and then we were off. After driving for a couple of hours we finally reached the beach. We got out of the car. Sarah and I grabbed our bags and headed for the changing area. "Wait on us guys!" I said to them. We went into the changing room. I changed into my red bathing suit. There was a hole cut out at my belly button and the side of my hips were cut out. Mom would have never let me where such a thing but I was 16 now, almost an adult. Sarah and I were the same age but Chris was a year older. We finished changing and walked back towards the boys who were now shirtless. "You look so.... " Chris started but didn't finish. He was just staring at me. "Dude," I said waving my hand over his face. "Sorry, I was saying you look great, anyways let's play water volleyball," he said as if just coming out of a trance. "OK," I said "Sarah you and I on team," I said standing beside her and pushing Travis over to Chris. "No, me and you on team and those two on team," said Chris pulling me back over to his side.
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