Who Is Lucas Ryker O'Riley?

35. IN YOUR DREAMS

It was now time to make sure our bikes were in good operational condition. After a few kicks, I was able to get my bike started and running. I then kick started Dave's bike for him, before hopping back onto mine.

As I was about to pull out of the driveway for a quick test ride up the street, a deep rumbling sound quickly approached from down the other end of the block.

With little warning, a late model black Camero roared up the street, nearly skidding to a stop in front of our house. However, the driver didn't completely stop in front of our house, he continued past our house and pulled into our mysterious next door neighbor's driveway.

Hmm, I wonder if this was one of those trouble making friends Mr. Miller was referring to yesterday, I thought to myself.

The driver side door popped open and a scruffy dark haired guy dressed in black jeans and black tank top bolted out, heading straight to the front door of the house.

With the quick input of a code, he was in through the door and gone out of sight. From the brief view I had, he had the physical look of someone who could have been a former Disney Channel actor kid who had since turned bad.

He must be the Amatos' son, I thought to myself as Dave and I simultaneously turned to look at one another.

We exchanged a look and I took off on my bike, headed away from the house.

After a couple quick trips to the end of the road and back (mostly accomplished while popping a wheelie) we determined that our bikes were running fine and looked their best in years.

Dave and I then gave then a quick wipe to remove any road dust we might have picked up on our test run and put away the cleaning equipment and tools. We then stored the bikes in the garage where Dad would be able to easily inspect them when he got home.

After we cleaned up a bit, we decided it was time we tried out our awesome new pool for the first time.

Now, I could have worn the black swim dress again, and maybe I should have, but Dad wasn't home and I wanted to have a little fun, get under Dave's skin, and make him uncomfortable, so I put on the much more skin exposing, red, cut-out one piece instead. Besides I was kinda wanting to try out what it was like to feel a little sexy and I knew this swimsuit would serve to erase any masculine feelings inside me at the moment.

Mom made us each a sandwich and drink while we were changing and we were set for the afternoon.

When I came down for lunch, Mom's eyes initially bugged out a bit. She wasn't expecting me to choose that swimsuit this quickly, but then she regained her composure, smiled, and complimented me on how I looked in the suit. She said I looked very pretty and completely girly, but also reminded me to keep an eye on the time so I could make sure I changed before Dad got home.

"What if I'm ready for him to see me like this," I asked, getting a little sassy with mom.

"That very well could be, sweetie, but I can assure you, he's not ready to see you like that. Nit yet, sweetie. We'll have to work up to that. Trust me and make sure you're changed before he gets home. Please?"

"Yes, ma'am."

After finishing lunch out on the patio, we aired up the inflatable pool floats and crashed out on them, relaxing in the pool under the hot sun.

Appreciating the beautiful landscaping from my view while floating in the pool, I noticed an awful lot of caterpillars in the flower garden along one side.

Hopefully they don't ruin Mom's vegetables once she gets them plante--

"You know, that's ah, quite a suit you have on there, Carla," Dave announced, interrupting my relaxed meditative thoughts, as he neared me on his float.