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Arianna
"Mom, which of these bedrooms is mine?"
"Are they both the same size?"
I chuckled. "Um, not exactly. One has a king-size bed. The other has two twins."
I heard a laugh from downstairs. "Your father and I aren't ready for separate beds just yet."
"Mom, that's disgusting," I said, laughing even harder, even though it wasn't disgusting at all, but rather sweet. At home, the noises I sometimes heard at night assured me that what mom said was true. I was twenty-two, and they were thirty-nine. I thought it was wonderful and not at all disgusting. At least for them.
I knew it would never be like that for me.
I'd been old enough to watch both of my mother's brothers, my uncles, apparently happy marriages dissolve right in front of my eyes, and both of my aunts had disappeared from my life. I'd heard screaming, and name-calling on more than one occasion, and suddenly, lives that had seemed so happy and content had been shattered. In both cases, my mother had told me that they "found out they really didn't know each other."
Somehow those words had always stuck with me.
I'd watched one of the penultimate fights take place right in front of me. There was swearing, vicious name-calling, nearly physical anger that escalated to frightening proportions while I watched and listened, horrified and incredulous.
I vowed that would never happen to me.
It all seemed very logical.
If I was going to be with a guy, I had to be sure I
really knew him
. But to do that would take time, and I had decided that I wasn't interested in investing my time in something that might end up the way my uncles and aunts had ended. I had weighed that against the happiness my parents had experienced, but the echos of that one shouting match always seemed to be there, and I decided I was content with my short-term relationships and had no desire to change.
I had carried my big suitcase to my room and went back down for my duffle bag. Most of my friends went to the beach with just a few clothes, but my dad liked to go out to dinner every night to a
fancy
restaurant, so more formal attire was required. Thus the big suitcase. The duffel had my bathing equipment, a couple of two-piece jobs for surfing and possible chicken fights, some bikinis for looking good on the beach and at the pool, plus one bikini I wasn't sure I had enough, well, guts to wear. It was small enough that it would display tan lines left from the other bikinis.
"Do you need help with anything, Mom?"
"Any particular reason for that question, hon?"
"I'm just trying to be helpful." I could trade vacation sarcasm with my mother.
"Why don't you just put on a cute bikini and go check the beach?"
"Good idea, mom."
She'd said it, and I wasn't going to give her a chance to change her mind.
I was anxious to check the beach today. Since I was skipping this semester of my senior year of college, we had come to the beach later than usual, after most schools had opened. We wondered how it might be with fewer tourists, but I was mostly concerned about fewer guys to stalk. A week didn't give much time for anything significant or permanent, but it allowed for innocent fun. And that's what I was after.
Anything longer than a week was too permanent for me.
I think that's what I liked about a week at the beach--it was only a week, a carryover from summer camps when I was younger. Relationships were short and pleasant, with no need for commitment. They were fun but over quickly with no further expectations. A fire could burn hot, but if it burned too long, it burned itself out, leaving only ashes. I didn't want my heart to finally be filled with ashes.
Of course, my mother was more interested in commitment, i.e., grandchildren, something that was totally beyond anything I could imagine for myself.
When I thought of children, I pictured my cousins, cast adrift by parents who
never really knew each other.
I was thankful, though, that it was still like summer here, with highs of nearly ninety. It made bikinis nearly mandatory...so I slipped into my pink one, not the tiny one, and headed downstairs.
I still had the week ahead of me.
"Be back in an hour or so," I called over my shoulder as I disappeared out the door, not waiting for a response. I had my cell phone, so Mom and Dad could contact me if they chose to. We'd rented a house south of the pier where the bulk of the rental properties were located. North of the pier were private homes, split about evenly between year-round residents and "weekenders."
The lack of people was readily apparent, not that the beach was deserted, but rather not teeming with pale and scantily clad visitors. I decided to venture further south to see if the rentals were totally deserted. Not surprisingly, many of the houses were still occupied, but they were not where I was looking to invest my time since most of the people I could see were older...much older.
Perhaps a trip north would be more rewarding. In the years we'd been coming here., I'd never paid much attention to anything north of the pier. There'd always been more than enough action in the south to keep me entertained.
I moved down the beach into mid-calf deep water, still reasonably warm. The waves were negligible, and I felt so jubilant about being here once again that I found myself skipping along like a third grader. I couldn't keep from laughing at myself.
This was the kind of thing that probably kept guys from taking me seriously.
The rhythmic sound of the waves had always mesmerized me, and I would often stand knee-deep in the water, just watching the wave patterns, wondering what caused the variations I saw.
I wound my way through the posts that supported the pier, and when I came out the other side, I was
north
. I quickly discovered that the houses here looked about the same as those south of the pier, the yard being landscaped a little nicer, perhaps. I wondered which were which, of course. And I was envious of those who owned the weekend houses. I wasn't sure how much my father earned, but it wasn't enough to allow us to have a second home at the beach.
I'd passed two or three guys already in my travels down south, smiled at them, and received a smile in return but no other interest. I guessed they were probably married or something.
I wasn't used to just a smile, particularly when I was wearing a bikini.
I'd said I'd be back in an hour or two, but without something happening soon, I'd be back in less than an hour. I was still splashing through the surf when I saw male number four heading straight toward me. At least six feet tall, obviously fit, and tanned with kind of dirty blond and wavy hair, he looked like someone I might like to get to know.
I sent him my finest smile.
Noah
I was surprised to see her walking toward me, actually splashing toward me--I thought all the decent-looking girls were gone until next summer, or at least until spring break. With the big smile and bright pink bikini, which did nothing to hide her very pleasant figure, she created a very pleasing picture on what had been an otherwise bleak day.
Conflicting a little with that, I had to leave the beach tomorrow for a small family reunion about a day's drive away, which would cause me to use up a week's vacation for something I wasn't looking forward to.
I'd stomped out of the house, upset and frustrated because of the trip. I wasn't anxious to ride for ten hours to spend several days with people I barely knew. I wondered if the big smile that was approaching through the shallow water might alleviate my disgruntled condition a tiny bit.
At least for the rest of the day.
I did my best to squeeze out a matching smile. "Hi."
"Hi," she replied as she stopped in front of me.
Now that she was this close, she had a very fascinating look to her. Light brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, its color almost matching the hazel eyes that were fixed on mine. Up close, she was taller than I'd first thought. My dad and I often had discussions about the differences between cute, pretty, and beautiful.
With the eyes and the figure the bikini revealed, I classified her as
very pretty
, verging on beautiful.
"Sorry for staring," I sort of stammered, "but I don't recognize you. Have you just moved here?"
I was sure she was used to having guys stammer and stare.
"I wish," she said with a laugh. "I'm just a tourist from down the beach."
"Wow. You look like you should be away at college this late in the year."
"I'm skipping a semester."
My good fortune,
I thought. So far, anyway.
"Anything special with that, if I'm not being too nosey."
"Not at all. It's a silly reason, really. I'm a senior, and I have two important classes to take, and I want a particular professor for each, but they're both on sabbatical this semester. I am going to try to get ahead in both courses and wait for them to get back."
What kind of student was she to do that? Different, for sure.
"That sounds reasonable," I suggested for lack of a better answer.
"It took a little work with my parents. I actually wrote a paper justifying what I was doing." She giggled. "It worked," she said with a big shrug, I'm sure not aware how that made her bobs jiggle.
"So you're here for this week, then?" I questioned, a little chagrined that I was leaving tomorrow and would miss that week. I'd normally be at work during part of the day but would have evenings free, except when I was on the hated evening shift. But that didn't matter now.
"Yeah, and it looks like it might be a bleak week."
That little giggle again. Between it and those hazel eyes, I was finding whoever she was very appealing. The figure and all of that beautiful smooth and bare skin wasn't hurting either.
"It could be, depending on who else is here and what's still open."
The disappointed look on her face made me wonder.
"So, what are you up to right now besides walking on the beach?"
"Eh, that's about it," she said, curling her nose.
"Listen, it'll be a while before it gets dark, and I have a jet ski at our place just up the beach that we could ride for a while. And then, how about I take you to dinner? We might as well have fun together while we have the chance. I'm leaving tomorrow for the rest of the week."
She was very pretty, particularly in a bikini, and probably only here for a week, so there was no sense wasting time. The slightly disappointed look on her face propped up my ego, but I would still be gone those next few important days.
"Um, okay," she said after a few seconds of thought, smiling at me once more. "Let me call my parents to let them know what's up."
"Yeah, I'll do the same."
