I rang the doorbell at the Roberts' house. Isaac's mother opens the door.
"Hello darling!" She greets me.
"Good evening, Mrs. Roberts"
"Oh, there you go again! How many times have I told you. Call me Fi. Mrs Roberts makes me feel older." She winks at me.
"Ok, Fi. I'm sorry" I giggle.
Suddenly, I feel my eyes getting covered with two tiny hands.
"Guess who's it?" I hear a high pitched girl's voice. Thought it sounded more like "gesh-oo-eet-eesh".
"Is that you, Emily?"
"Yesh!" She says squealing with joy. Emily is Isaac's five year old sister. She has long strawberry blonde hair running past her shoulders and two big brown sparkling eyes, just like Isaac's. She's wearing a cute denim dress and a huge red polka dotted bow, that I don't why but reminds me of Minnie Mouse. One prominent thing about Emily- she's always smiling/laughing/giggling/squealing/beaming with happiness. Oh.. I love her soo much.
She giggles, as I pull her into a hug. I know right..awwwwwww...
"Look, icepack. My bestie is here" she tells Isaac as I see him coming down the stairs.
Okay, here's another thing, because of Emily's inability to pronounce "Isaac" she's been calling him "icepack" ever since her birth.
"Hello, icepack!" I tease.
"Hi, love"
Wait. Love?
"Mommy, I think Cam is icepack's girlfriend" Emily comments.
"That's it, little fairy! No more watching the telly!" Says Isaac playfully punching her nose.
"Okay, you kids! I gotta leave now.. So.. I'll be back by ten..and I want ya'll back by nine. Don't forget, it's a school night."
"Yes mom" say Isaac and Emily together in perfect synchronism as if they've been practicing it since years, I laugh. They're so cute.
With that Fi leaves, and so do we (the three of us) on our way to the beach.

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Elusive
Teen Fiction"Hey, hey...someone's feisty..." He mocks at me. "Hey, hey...someone's a judgemental self-obsessed rude ignorant mean defiant detrimental beast." I tease back. "Has anyone told you?" "What?" "Anger is sexy" and his lips meet mine as he leans forward...