Snapshot by Angie Stanton

“He is pretty hot!”
    “That’s an understatement! You know, he kind of reminds me of someone,” Haley said.
    “Me too!” Marti turned to Haley. “It’s been bugging me ever since I met him. There’s something that seems so familiar, but I can’t figure it out.” They stepped over a raised crack in the sidewalk.
    “Okay, this is going to sound crazy, but he kind of reminds me of one of the brothers from the band Jamieson. You know,   the youngest brother, Adam Jamieson.”
    Marti tripped and stubbed her toe. “Ow!”
    “Are you okay?” Haley asked.
    “Yes,” Marti groaned, examining her scraped big toe and the gouged toenail she’d painted purple the day before camp.
    “So what do you think? Is that who he reminds you of? Adam Jamieson?” Haley asked.
    Marti tried to picture Adam Jamieson in her mind. She wasn’t a fan of the band, or any rock band for that matter, but their music was everywhere, and she had to admit it was pretty good. Her best friend back home, Kristi, was a huge fan, owned all their music and had their posters hanging in her room. The three brothers were all really great looking, but Kristi liked Peter best.  
    “I don’t think so. Isn’t Adam the one with the curly hair?”
    “Yeah, but there’s something about when AJ smiles. I think he looks just like Adam Jamieson, minus all the hair, of course.”
    “Maybe.” She tried to picture the posters on Kristi’s wall, but she never paid close attention. Marti didn’t understand the whole appeal of idolizing someone because they were in a movie or sang a song. It all seemed pretty shallow, which described her father to a T.
    Haley continued. “And AJ could stand for Adam Jamieson.”  
    That captured Marti’s attention. Her head whipped around to Haley, and she was about to comment, but then Kayla ran down the path toward them.
    “Hey guys, wait up!”
    Marti and Haley waited as Kayla skittered up, trying not to lose her flip flops. Her hair, up in a ponytail, bounced with each step.  
    “I hate swim tests. Why can’t they just take our word?” Kayla said.
    The girls chatted the rest of the way to the beach and joined the other kids who were in various stages of the test.
    Marti shimmied out of her shorts and tank top, adjusted her coral striped bikini bottoms and put her clothes in a pile covered by her towel. Together, the three waded into the cool lake.
    “Oh my god, I hate cold water.” Haley hugged herself as they trudged to the lifeguard area.
    “You three going as a group?” Brian, the camp lifeguard, asked. He had that total laid-back lifeguard thing going. The sun kissed his hair with blonde highlights, and a bronze tan covered his body.
    “Ready anytime you are!” Haley flirted.
    “Hang on, we’re ready too!” AJ called out. He and Kyle splashed through the shallow water toward them. AJ wore a pair of loud floral swim trunks that on any other guy would be obnoxious, but looked perfect with AJ’s fit body and handsome face.
    Haley aimed a knowing look at Marti. “I told you, he likes you.”
    “Shut up!” Marti whispered back, but inside her stomach pole vaulted with joy.
    “Okay, listen up. First, swim to the far buoy and back. Use whatever stroke you want. When you get back, go to that deep area over there.” Brian gestured at a group bobbing up and down in the water. “Tread water for three minutes. Got it?”
    They all nodded.  
    “Start whenever you’re ready.”   Brian glanced out at the bobbers and checked his stopwatch.
    “Race you!” Kyle called and dove in, splashing Kayla, and started swimming. AJ dove in after him.
    “Kyle is such an idiot!” Kayla said.
    Marti, Haley, and Kayla stepped out further until the depth forced them to swim.  
    Marti knew how to swim, but didn’t feel like getting her hair totally wet, so she did the sidestroke through the refreshing water.  
    She wondered about Haley’s comment. It would be so weird if AJ really were Adam Jamieson. Kristi,