//chapter//\\five\\


"This looks like a good spot." I commented, setting down my bag. After we all had our towels laid out, Bob and Dave went out into the water and Scott, Clint and I laid down for a tan. They were on either side of me, with Bob opposite of me, and Dave was next to him.

"Anyone need sun screen?" I offered, after lathering it all over my legs and arms. They both accepted, and put it on also. I worried about Bob and Dave burning but not enough to go out and fetch them.

"Get my back." Clint said, turning around. I rubbed the lotion in on his back while Scott did mine and Clint did Scott's. I'm sure we looked really interesting sitting there in our little three person circle, but no one seemed to notice. I giggled at the thought of how we must have looked.

"So, how long are you guys out here on vacation?" I asked, laying down on my stomach so my back could tan.

"Three months. We came out for the whole summer to get some quiet time." Scott replied, taking off his watch to prevent a tan line. Just as I was about to ask what they were getting quiet time from, when my cell phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"You can run but you can't hide." The voice on the other end.

"Kirk!" I squealed, "I know, I know, I'm so sorry that I didn't call you. But I didn't find out until way late and I left early the next morning. I knew I'd wake you up if I called."

"I know, your mom explained already."

"When did you talk to her?" I asked, making a face.

"Last night. You never showed up at the swim meet so I walked over there." He said, sounding disappointed.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, Kirk." I apologized, feeling increasingly guilty.

"Who's Kirk?" I heard Clint whisper. Scott shrugged and opened up one of my new magazines. I usually didn't let anyone read them before I did, but I was to into my conversation to care.

"It's fine. I just don't know what I'm supposed to do for the month. I mean, we had all these plans.." His voice trailed off.

"Well what do you think I'm going to be doing? I mean, I was looking forward to spending time with you and Becca too." I sighed, feeling the tension between us.

"Let's see.. my guess is that you'll hook up with someone and totally forget about me." He said angrily.

"Give me a break!" I yelled, losing my temper. "But fine, if you really want me to hook up with someone that's great. There's some really hot guys here right now!"

"She thinks we're hot." Clint whispered.

"She meant me and Bob." Scott boasted.

"I know, it's not like your mom didn't tell me who your neighbors are." Kirk huffed.

"What about my neighbors?!" I demanded.

"Some wild Canadian guys from Tennessee in a stupid band." He informed me.

"So?"

"So, I'm just worried that you're going to be swept off your feet by one of them and cheat on me," My boyfriend's voice softened at a little.

"Kirk, don't worry about it. Really. We're just friends." I assured him, "Look, I need to go before my bill gets any higher. I'll call you tonight."

I hung up and sighed, planting my face into the sand.

"OW!" I frowned, pulling it back up, "That's hot."

"Who's Kirk? Is he your boyfriend? Do you really think we're hot?" Clint blabbered.

"Yes, Kirk is my boyfriend." I answered.

"Do you think we're hot?" he pressed.

"I have a boyfriend." I avoided the question.

"So? Do you think we're hot?" Scott asked this time. I rolled over onto my stomach and put my head phones on, drowning out their voices. Closing my eyes to block out the sun, I started drifting off to sleep. I must have actually started dozing, because before I knew it I was being shaken awake.

"Huh?" I asked, opening my eyes and taking my disc man ear phones off.

"Your stomach is burning." Bob said, standing in front of me.

"Oh, no!" I said, standing up to view the damage. It was just slightly pink, thank goodness.

"Thank you sooo much! I would have been a lobster if you didn't wake me up!"

"Yeah, sure." Bob smiled, sitting down on his towel. I sat next to him and looked around for the guys. I saw them splashing around having a water war in the ocean. I laughed and turned to Bob.

"How come you aren't out there having a grand ol' time acting like a 12 year old?" I asked.

"Because I'm fifteen." He replied simply. "And because they were ignoring me."

I just turned sixteen." I told him. "I hate being ignored. My mom always ignores me unless she wants something."

"Sounds like my brothers." Bob laughed. "Bob, can I borrow your shirt? Bob, let me use your brush! Bob, it's your turn to do the dishes."

"And let me guess. You thrive on that little attention so you do it gladly?" That came out as more of a statement than a question. I knew what he was going through.

"Of course." He sighed. "And it's even worse when we're working because I always end up waiting on them. Helping them set up, getting them water. I mean, it's not like we don't have people to do that for us. They just like me to do it for them."

"You have people that get you water? And help you set up?!" I asked, wide eyed. 'I didn't know you guys were that good!"

"Yeah, well our crew does that. It's no big deal."

"That's really cool though. When my older brother had a band, I had to do that stuff for them. But I was never crew." I shrugged, "I just felt special because they wanted me to help them out."

"You are special." Bob said quietly.

"Hey you two!" Dave said happily, running up to us, "what's going on?"

"Nothing." Bob shrugged, "I'm ready to go home."

Dave and I agreed with that, so we packed up the things. Soon we were on the way home. The sun was hot, but only being two blocks away, it wasn't too bad.

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