Here's a litttle story for you guys, I feel so bad about submitting only one story. Enjoy!

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“Oh, look over there! Isn’t that strange looking?”

“Yeah, why would someone want an inflatable pineapple in their store window?”

“Beats me,” said James. Rebecca remained silent as the three strolled down the sidewalk. She peered in several windows, that had clothes and trinkets; most of which were too hot to wear in the summer temperature. Though there was the odd shop that had a swimsuit display, where many boys could be found gaggling at the models. In three weeks she, Henry, and James would be on their way to a beach, an eight hour drive from their hometown.

“Hey, Becca, I think you’d look good in that swimsuit.” James pointed to a bright pink two-piece bikini on display, grinning cheekily.

“No, I think that one is much more her,” said Henry, joining in the teasing. Rebecca followed his pointed finger to a black bikini with cross bones, thought it was not as revealing as the one James had pointed out.

“You have two seconds to run,” she ground out, popping her fingers. The boys ignored her, and just stood there looking at the store display of summer clothing. Rebecca sighed and continued on down the pavement, wondering how long it would take her companions to figure out she had left them behind. Two sets of flip-flops pounded on the ground behind her as Henry and James caught up with her…or so she thought. Instead two different boys came even with her and she stopped.

“What’s a girl like you walking by yourself around town in the middle of the day?” asked one asked, looking her up and down; taking in her white T-shirt and short denim shorts.

“Fuck off,” she snapped.

“Whoa, sorry, didn’t mean to bug you.” said the other. “How about we take you down to Dairy Queen and get you an ice cream as an apology. Then we can all get to know each other better.”

“I said fuck off. I’m here with my boys.” Rebecca glared at them. “Touch me and I’ll scream for them. They’re right behind us so they would hear loud and clear.”

“Did you hear that Nick?” asked the first one. “She’s here with her ‘boys’ and she’ll scream if we even touch her.” Rebecca opened her mouth and took in a deep breath intending to scream at the top of her lungs, when someone jumped onto her back. Startled, she pitched forward, only to be caught be a set of familiar arms.

“Why’d ya leave us behind?” asked James, removing himself from her back and straightening his blue tank-top. “We were just looking for a minute.” He paused and glanced at the two other boys. “Who are they, your friends?”

“Not really,” she replied sourly.

“Were they bugging you?” Henry eyed the two boys, both whom had taken a step or two backwards.

“A little, but I think they’ll leave me alone now that they know I’ taken.” Rebecca took one of James hands in hers and hooked her arm with Henry’s. She winked at the two boys as if to say see-ya-later, and dragged her companions down the street.

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“How about this one?” Henry held out the deflated beach ball to his James.

“Sure, this one actually looks like it belongs to someone other than a three year old.”

“Thank you lord!” gasped Rebecca. “If I ever spend five minutes picking out a beach ball ever again, I swear I’ll kill myself.”

“Oh, stop with the dramatics.” said James, “we didn’t take that long. It was only three minutes.”

“Three minutes my ass,” she retorted under her breath as they waited in the check-out line of the dollar store. “I stand by my five.”

“Sooo, ‘Becca what swimsuit are you going to wear?” asked James wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Henry smirked, watching from the sidelines. If the other boy wasn’t careful, he was going to end up being punched or of similar nature. Rebecca could be very violent at times.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Will you tell if I telling what I’m going to wear?”

“Maybe.”

“Okay I’m going to wear a….” he paused for dramatic effect and Henry listened carefully as he took the plastic bag from the cashier. “A Speedo.”

“James!”

WHACK!

Henry shook his head and pulled the other two out of the store. He knew that James was going to end up getting smacked, it was nearly inevitable. Especially if he pulled a stunt like that, much less in public.

“Owies. Henwy, meanie ‘Becca hit me. Kiss it better?”

“Nope, you brought it upon yourself. I have no sympathy for you.”

“Phooey on you.”

There was a brief relative silence as they walked down the street in the direction they had come.

“Hey Henry?”

“Yes James?”

“Do you by any chance wear Speedo’s?”

“No, I can’t say t hat I do.”

“Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yes, I’m absolutely sure.”

Rebecca suddenly spoke up.

“I wear Speedo’s.”

The rest of the walk home, James was dead silent. Weather it was from shock or a nosebleed, the world may never know.

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I started this only god knows when and just now decided to finish it. I miss the hot weather that hangs around my area in the summer. Though I dislike going to the beach, too much sand everywhere and I end up drinking tons of seawater that makes me feel like I’m about to hurl. For all of those who feel as if this may have mentally scarred you, don’t worry, Rebecca doesn’t really wear Speedo’s. (Which by the way I do not own the copyright for.)

Review please!