Clouds

Part 2-9 Lucas

Part 9

            Kristen and Claire lead me to my room and show me how to properly scan my room card.

            “I never really thought about how you may have never seen these before,” Kristen says with a shy smile.  “I’m sorry no one thought to show you.” 

            “It’s fine,” I say.  “Thanks for helping me, though.”  Kristen nods.

            “Anytime,” she replies.  I show them to my closet and they step into it, looking around.

            “Here it is!” Claire announces, holding up a purple bikini with lime green stripes.  She holds it up to me.

            “It doesn’t look quite right on you,” she says, and I agree.  It may have looked good on Emedee though…  “I have just the thing, though.”  Claire jogs out of my room and down the hall.

            “So,” Kristen says, “do you like Dakota?”

            “Huh?” The question surprises me.  Like Dakota?  Like, like him?      

            “Do you have a crush on him?” Kristen asks.  “Claire thinks he might like you.  She really likes him, you know.”  I nod.

            “I can tell,” I say.  “But no, I don’t like him at all.  As a friend, yes, because he is a good person, but as a boyfriend?  Definitely not.”

            “So you like Colby then?”

            “Colby!  No!” I exclaim.  “We’re just friends.”  Kristin doesn’t look convinced.

            “Really?  He doesn’t seem to think so.”  Before I can respond Claire walks in holding another bikini.  She holds it up to me.

            “Oh, wow!” Kristin exclaims.  The swimsuit is dark red, with black outlines on it.  The bottom is solid black.

            “Put it on!” Claire says excitedly.  She looks much happier now.  She must have purposely overheard us talking about Dakota.  But in all honesties, they thought I liked Dakota?  I don’t have to have a crush on the first guy I see here.

            Sensing my nervousness, Kristin turns around. 

            “We won’t look if you’re that shy about it,” she says.  “But you better get over it, because you’re about to walk around with clothes equivalent to your underwear on.”  I laugh and put the swimsuit on.  It fits perfectly, and feels secure.

            “Nice!” Claire exclaims, looking it over.  “That looks perfect on you!”  She helps me tighten the thick black strap around my neck and the one on my back.

            “Hopefully there will be some cute sandals to go with it here,” Kristen says, looking around the shoe rack.  “Oh!” She holds out some black flip flops.  “These will look nice.”

            “And I can get you some sunglasses from my room to wear!”  Claire adds.

            “Sunglasses?  Aren’t we underground?”  I ask.

            “The lighting is situated so that it looks like we’re not,” Kristen explains.  It makes sense, but something about her statement isn’t fitting, I just can’t put my brain on it.