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I wriggled into my black bikini top and slipped into the black matching bottoms. I pulled my jean shorts on and let my hair loose. I shoved my phone into my back pocket and pulled on two hair ties. I grabbed my bag and ran out the door, to Calum honking on the horn. He shook his head.

"Why do girls take so long to get ready? Yeesh."

"At least we try to look presentable." I mumbled.

"Whatever floats your boat, Beth."

(( cake floats my boat u geezers ))

"So, do you want to see Luke now or when we're done swimming?"

"How about now?"

"Okay. I need to grab my trunks anyways."

Calum put the car in gear and drove back to his house.

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sorry this is sort of like a filler chapter 😁

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