Beach Week

Chapter 3- "Yeah, feels like not friendly eyes."*

"I feel stupid! Why didn't you let me change?" Sara complained as she slammed the car door shut, locked it, and then stuffed the keys into her back pocket, letting the lanyard hang out. It grazed her thigh as she walked away from the car.

"Because you look great," Taylor complimented, smiling to herself as she clicked the unlock button so Avery could get out of the back seat. This was the third time today that Sara had locked the doors before Avery had a chance to get out of the van. If you asked Sara, Avery needed to speed up her process of exiting the vehicle, but if you asked Avery, she would just complain about how fast Taylor and Sara got out. It was a lose-lose situation. Taylor just decided to take it upon herself to be Avery's door-unlocker.

"Sara, you can't complain. Look at what she made me wear," Avery huffed as she tried to pull down the high riding shorts to cover her butt to where she felt was a comfortable and appropriate length. If her mom saw her right now, she would probably have a heart attack.

Sara raised an eyebrow at Avery's conservative outfit, a pair of shorts that actually covered everything they should, that was paired with a loose fitting floral tank top and flip-flops. She looked like she was dressed for the beach and for a fun beach concert, while Sara felt like she was dressed for a brothel. Of course she knew she wasn't, but she hated wearing clothes that showed off her belly. It made her feel like she was naked. Avery needed to stop complaining, because if she complained once more Sara was going to challenge her to trade outfits with her. That surely would shut her up.

"You actually look like your going to the beach. I feel like I should be going to a freaking rave!" Sara groaned in distaste, gesturing to the tight blue crop top that belonged to Taylor, and a pair of white hip-hugger shorts that Sara had tried to wear with a t-shirt. Her outfit was similar to Taylor's who was wearing a dark crop top that had the back cut out of it to show off her tattoo. Taylor's long legs were on view in a pair of shorts, and she was wearing a pair of black flip-flops. Taylor's only goal tonight was to meet the band, and outshine Amy.

"I knew you two would find something to complain about, even though you both look hot." Taylor winked at her two best friends suggestively. "If I was a guy, I would totally do you both and return for seconds," she laughed at Avery's disgusted face, and returned Sara's smirk.

No wonder people often thought that Taylor and Sara were a couple. Some comments they made about each other gave people the wrong idea, but honestly neither of them cared. They'd even embraced the lesbian lovers nickname Aaron and Brett gave them after Sara told an annoyingly persistent guy at a bar one night that Taylor was her girlfriend.

"Sorry, Avery. No luck for you because you look modest and amazing in your outfit, you just have to realize that." Taylor then turned to Sara, saying, "I was hoping that you would grow accustomed to your outfit, but deep down I knew you wouldn't. I just know you way too well," she added with an eye roll. "Since I know you like the back of my hand, I brought you another shirt to wear that I knew you'd be okay with." Then, Taylor rummaged through her large shoulder bag and produced a neatly folded shirt before handing it to Sara

"Thank you, smart-ass," Sara grumbled as she dug through her pocket for the keys and unlocked the car so she could change. She didn't even look at the shirt until she got in the car, but since she didn't have any complaints, she changed quickly. When she stepped back out of the van she had on a black shirt that stopped at her hips and had a white hamsa hand on it. This was definitely more her style than a form fitting crop top. That was Taylor's fashion territory, and Sara preferred not to dabble in her crop top collections.

"What do you think now?" Taylor asked hopefully, her brown eyes wide. She knew before Sara even replied that she loved it.

"This is better. I like the accessories too," Sara said with a pleased smile as she flashed her custom hang loose sign to show off the spike bracelet, and arrow necklace Taylor had folded inside of the clothes.