Coincidences

Act XXVII

The exams came by, and I don't have the mental ability to tell you about it. My mind is undergoing a lot of stress after these exams, so I won't bother at all. So, instead, I'll inform that school is done, my fellow classmates rejoiced, and summer is here. Hurrah. Let's skip to the big scoop.

Summer. The ultimate season. The only time of perfect rest and relaxation. The four of us made plans to spend this summer, especially since Rocky was in a good mood after passing the exams. If that means intimidating the teachers to an all-out fight, then it's none of my business, and I should stay out. Guess what. We planned to finally swim in the ocean.

As I speak, we are spreading a sheet across the ground, making a formidable picnic spot. I set the umbrella up and provided us a shade. Tyrone was carrying the picnic basket.

We set up our picnic at our part of the beach. The area was more private, and people didn't come here often. The crowd was cooling off near the official public area, where it was more flooded with people than the whole population of Tokyo, metaphorically speaking. My dad allowed us to change our clothes by my house, since Linda wasn't home; she was inspecting their car at the mechanic's garage.

I already had my swimming trucks on, along with a sleeveless shirt. The others weren't ready though. Zoey was wearing a very summer-like top and short shorts. Rocky had a polo and jeans on, and Ty was wearing a jacket.

"Okay," I proposed. "Why not go ahead and get changed?"

Rocky glared at me. "Why do you want us to get changed already, smart*ss?" said he.

I cleverly thought out my answer in advance. I said, "Well, I suggest that we'd go swimming now, since it's a rule to wait a long time after eating before you can dive in. Those stomachs are not gonna handle it well, amirite?"

"Good point," noticed Zoey.

"Or maybe it's because you wanna see her in a bikini?" Ty had to speak out. Tyrone will always be Tyrone. He looks calm and reserved, but speaks what he has in mind, no matter the circumstances. I can't deny that, either. I legitimately wanted to see Zoey with a swimsuit. I laughed in response, trying to hide my deepest intentions.

"Ok, come along now," I motioned them to my house. "Ty, you can change in the powder room. Rocky, go to the upstairs bathroom-and don't trash the place again, I had a hard time cleaning the food coloring off the toilet seat." I shouldn't have said that. He had that eye at me, that unmistakeable eye of mischief. "Zoey, you can take the guest room for yourself."

I led Zoey to the guest room, still barely touched and tainted. I remained to stand there, as Zoey set her bag on top of the queen-sized bed. I snapped out of it when she cleared her throat, "Ehm, Martin. A little privacy here?"

"Oh, excuse me," I said, leaving the room. I searched for the cold pitcher full of water and a packet of powdered Kool-Aid, until I realized that the Kool-Aid wasn't there. I heard a flush upstairs and ran as soon as I possibly can, only to realize that I was too late. The toilet was painted red, and Rocky skipped happily past me. That idiot.

As I left the bathroom in surrender, I saw Zoey passing by, and I followed her downstairs. Tyrone exited the powder room and came to meet us, and Zoey obviously avoided him, leaving him with his hand waving to no one.

"What's up with you two?" I asked Tyrone, curious on whatever may be going on.

"Dunno," he replied, rather dumbfounded, if I had to say.

We headed to the picnic first, because Zoey had two of those inflatable donuts. She offered us one, and I rejected. Rocky snatched it straight from her, winking, "Thanks, babe."