Hot 'n' Cold

7

Over two weeks passed, and the heat flashes have happened more often then not. None of us know what's going on, or how to stop it.

"Let's go to the beach!"

"Now? Its dinner time?"

"No at midnight, yes now!" I felt the sarcasm oozing out. "On second thought skinny dipping at midnight sounds so much more fun." My eyes went wide the torn up, leather journal I was holding fell to the floor. A cloud of dust rose up from the yellowing pages.

"Montana Kelly Rose! You did not just say that!" I gasped, she widened her eyes and shot me her best puppy eyes.

"We can go swimming, NOT skinny dipping."

"Aw I wanted to practice my kickass stripper moves." My jaw dropped.

She said she was innocent, innocent my ass!

"I'm packing the cooler! Bye!" She booked it down the hall and into the kitchen.

"But its six!" I heard the sound of food being tossed into the plastic cooler.

What am I ever going to do with that girl.

I shook my head, stepped into the wardrobe in my room and stripped out of my clothes. I picked out a strapless black lace bikini set. Fish handed me a pair of shorts and tank top. Quickly I put them on and jogged down to the kitchen. Where Montana laid sprawled across the island scrolling through her Instagram feed.

"Can we bring the surf boards?"

"Sure." We left the house with our things and made your way to the board walk.

"Look at the ocean Cleo, it's so peaceful."

"Yeah, except when it tries to kill you with a hurricane." Montana rolled her eyes.

"Fine, I wish I was fish in the reef!"

"And become shark bait?? No thanks." Montana placed her board in the sand, next to my dog.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" I looked between the mainland and the ocean.

"I have a full year to choose my major, and I think I'm getting tired of the ocean."

"Are you sure it's the ocean? Could it be spencer?" My eyes started to cloud again, I placed my hand onto my forehead and collapsed to the sand. "Shit! Cleo, not again!!"