Blondes Are People too!

Water Wings

"Rise and shine my friend! Mom made chocolate chip pancakes." I burst into my bedroom with a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin. I might be a little annoying and sometimes evil, but I was a dang good best friend.

I set the supplies down on the nightstand and jumped onto my lumpy friend.

"Go away."

"Nope! It's almost seven. I refuse to miss out on the morning because you've got a hangover." I sat up and straightened my outfit. "Come on, we don't want to keep the Island waiting."

"ugh," Ava grumbled and threw back the covers. I watched in amusement as she made her way to the bathroom, cursing the whole way there.

"I'll be downstairs!" I chirped and sprang from the bed. I liked mornings, if you couldn't tell.

Downstairs, my mom had laid out an assortment of breakfast foods. I grabbed a couple of pancakes and a glass of chocolate milk and sat happily on the bar. It was wise to take advantage of breakfast week while you still could.

My mother only made extravagant meals the week of holidays. Or during summer, when ever she was home from her work. I've learned not to question her methods.

I had just stuffed my third chocolatey creation into my mouth when Ava came downstairs, holding Olivia by the hand.

"I found a straggler upstairs." I noticed her mood was much less threatening now. Olivia had that effect on people.

"Hello dear, have some breakfast." My mom smiled from her computer.

"oh my gosh, I almost forgot it was breakfast week. Riley, I'm moving in till further notice." I laughed.

"Riley, I almost forgot. Mr. Smith called again. He said you haven't answered him about the internship. Your father pulled a lot of strings to get you this opportunity. Anyone else here would be thrilled." I groaned.

"I did call him back, and I rejected the position. You and dad just can't seem to take the hint." I twirled my fork in the leftover syrup. "I don't want to work for him. He's a creep, and I hate lab work."

She said nothing else on the matter, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes. The thing about my parents, they are amazing. Both of them are brilliant, and people would kill to be where they are. Me, I just want them to accept the fact that I'm not like them.

My mom is a doctor, and a darn good one. People across the world come to her for help, sometimes she even travels to them.

My dad is an Engineer, for NASA. Enough said.

Work keeps them busy, but they always seem to have time to disapprove of how I spend my freetime.

As soon as Ava finishes eating, I drag her out the door and down to the pier. "Come on, we're meeting Anthony at nine."

"Okie Dokie," she allowed herself to be towed behind me. We had agreed to go with some of the guys out to the island and hang out.

The Island was a tiny restaurant, found way in the middle of nowhere, and the only way you could get there was by boat- or surfing. In reality, it was an old shack that had been remodeled and made to entertain surfers. They only had five or six items on the menu...not that I was complaining. The Island was the surfer's best kept secret. You had to know someone to get any information about it.

"Riley! Over there," Ava pointed to the beginning of the pier, where three guys were waiting for us. Two of them I recognized- Anthony and the guy from the party, Mason I think.

"Will someone please tell me where we are going?" Mason complained.

"Oh, it's you?" I crossed my arms over my chest and lifted an eyebrow. I turned to Anthony, "You haven't told him where we are going? And where is Mia?"