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Beach Bum

Laying down flat on your back you contemplate.

"I'm starting to question my motives here," you admit to yourself.

You want a job that you'll love, but you don't want to let a silly crush be your motivation.

Clicking on the attachment of the email you read the interview requirements again and at the bottom there's a phone number listed to 'contact for interview times'. Staring off into the ceiling you think hard about texting the number. You come to a conclusion that if the interview goes well and the boss man likes you, you'll move forward.

Getting up from the bed you head towards the bathroom to wash off the night before. Your eyes meet your own and you notice your makeup is still on. Snickering at yourself you grab a makeup wipe and take it off. Your hair has kept its volume and the curls have fallen slightly. Mentally noting that you'll keep doing this to your hair because it looks nice on you, you hop in the shower to wash off. Throwing on a towel, you go to the kitchen and make breakfast (whatever floats your boat).

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Your phone goes off in your room. Shrugging, you stay in the kitchen and finish your breakfast. The couch looks inviting, so you take a seat and stare out the window to the mountain view. It's another beautiful day that makes you want to go to the beach. With that thought, you hop up and go towards your room. Your phone is buried in the blankets and you have to throw the around to find it. A loud bang on the floor. "Finally," you chuckle.

Before checking your messages, you look for the closest beach to you. It's only a 20 minute walk and you convince yourself to take a nice stroll. Clicking on the message app, you see this.

1:45pm D: hope you got an email from Ian. From what he heard from the others he thinks you would fit in well here. Let me know when you're free, we should get coffee or something!

Smiling to yourself you try and think of a good response.

2:15pm Y:  I'm headed to turtle head beach and will be there for a while. Might be too hot for coffee ;) come if you can, no worries if not.

Closing the app you move towards your closet and grab a tote. The bag is large enough to hold what you need for the beach. Towel, sunscreen, sunglasses, water, ball cap, book, and sandals. The hardest choice now is what bathing suit to wear.

... (flashback)

"y/n, I'm not sure that bathing suit fits you very well," your mom says with a concerned look on her face.

You're at Target picking out a suit for the middle school trip to the local water park. The suit is a bikini covered in blue polka dots.

Glancing at the mirror and back at your mom, you guess you agree. You close the fitting room door and pout.

"Why can't I be like the other girls and wear this kind of stuff," you think to yourself with a frown.

Eventually you settle for a one piece suit that's solid pink.

...

You move your eyes to the ceiling.

"What a bad memory to have right about now," you sniff.

Grabbing the bin of bathing suits you strew them over your bed to see the options. What would look best? What colors look good on me? Your gaze falls on a black and white plaid bandeau top and black cheeky bottoms. Taking off the towel you were still wearing you throw on the suit and stand in front of the full body mirror like you did the night before. You didn't feel as good but you convince yourself to deal with it. Not wanting to walk to the beach in just a bathing suit you pull on some high waisted jean shorts and head out the door.