"....there for you, when you need somebody. I"ll be there for you, when you want someone who care-" I turned off my radio alarm clock, making a face at the annoying tunes that came blaring out, shocking me out of my deep sleep. Dragging myself out of bed at 6:30 during summer vacation wasn't my idea of a good time. But if I was going to get breakfast for Uncle Roger and ready him before his bus came at 8, I needed to rise early. I had been up from one to three thirty AM, puking my guts out in the guest bathroom. It was especially stressful trying not to wake my uncle up. Now, standing up, I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me, pushing me down to the floor. My breath was momentarily cut short. I sat there for a few moments, pulling myself together enough to get to the bathroom to take my pills. After a quick shower, I dressed in jean short overalls and a tank top, pulling my hair back into a high ponytail and hurriedly putting on my make up.

"Well don't you look nice this morning." I complimented Uncle Roger as I walked into the kitchen.

"Thank you, sweetie. Today the children from the Summer Recreation program are coming to Senior Citizen's to sing some songs for us." He beamed. I deeply admired his positive outlook on life, and his love for music. I knew that he enjoyed Dave playing the piano as much as I did. It was a shame that I didn't play that well. I made eggs and toasted and poured fresh orange juice for my uncle. He ate silently as I drank my orange juice and looked through the morning newspaper. After he was finished, I rinsed his dishes and we went to the living room.

"Gwendolyn, I would so enjoy it if you might play a number for me before I go." Not exactly comfortable with performing, but knowing that I couldn't let him down, I sat down to on the bench. Pulling the music from my memory, I began ĎAll I Ask Of You' from Phantom Of The Opera. I finished just as the bus pulled up out front. Relieved that it was finally over, I ran to the door and escorted Uncle Roger down the front walk. After waving my goodbyes as they pulled away, I turned to go back inside.

"Hey, you got any mace on ya?!" I turned to see Scott sitting on his front porch with a guitar, Bob sitting next to him, with pen and paper. I crossed over into their front yard and pretended to pull out a can of mace.

"Freeze, or I'll shoot." I mimicked a policeman drawing a weapon. They both laughed. I sat down on the step below them and looked out into the distance.

"It's nice out today." I commented.

"Yeah. We're going down to the beach later this afternoon." Scott told me, setting his guitar down.

"How far is it from here?" I questioned, pondering the possibility of taking a trip down there.

"Two blocks." Bob answered, pointing behind the houses.

"TWO BLOCKS?!" I exclaimed. "No way! I figured I'd at least have to call a cab to get there! TWO BLOCKS!"

They both laughed at me, but I couldn't help it, I was just so excited. I loved the beach! Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad summer after all.

"Mmmbop, ba duba dop ba du bop, ba duba dop ba-" I was interrupted by the phone. Turning off the stereo, I sprinted toward the ringing telephone.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi, is this Pamela Anderson?" A familiar voice asked.

"Yeah, what do you want?" I played along.

"You, out in front of your house in five minutes." Clint instructed.

"Why's that?" I questioned.

"Because I feel like having my own Baywatch." He laughed evilly. I hung up the phone with out further delay and dashed up the stairs to decide which swimming suit I should wear. After finally deciding on a lime green halter with lime green boycut bottoms and blue piping, I quickly changed and got all of my things together. On my way out the door I grabbed a key, cell phone, and flipped the answering machine on. The guys were already waiting for me.

"It's about time, woman." Scott commented as I walked swiftly toward them.

"That's Super Woman to you, Jail Bird." I teased, flexing my arms like a muscle man.