sundress were waiting for me on my bed. I was tying the biking strap around my neck when I heard Sophie yell that the pizza was here. I finished dressing and went to the kitchen. The pepperoni pizza on the counter looked absolutely delicious.
Sophie was dressed in a jean skirt and black cami, and I could tell by the straps around her neck that she had her white bikini with little cherries on under her clothes. We sat down and finished off the entire pizza within fifteen minutes. I cleaned up while she packed our beach bag. It was time for me to go to the beach, whether I was ready or not. Maybe this was a good idea after all. I had to admit she was right so far; it did feel nice to be showered, dressed, and full of food. I slipped on a pair of Sophie’s flip-flops, and we left the apartment.
We took the elevator down to the resident parking lot. I was caught off guard when I saw my car was next to Sophie’s white Jeep Wrangler. Since I had parked on the street five days ago, I couldn’t fathom how my car got down here. A resident tag was hanging from the rearview mirror, which meant she must have registered my vehicle with the complex. Just another reminder of how drastically my life had changed.
“How did you move my car? Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad it’s not on the street, but you don’t know how to drive it.”
She looked slightly guilty, which was never a good sign. “You remember Conner’s friend, Adam, right?”
Our lunch together came flashing back and brought a small smile to my lips. “Adam drove my car?”
“I was going to try to move it for you, but I thought I might ruin the clutch. Adam and Conner were hanging out with me, watching the Brewers game a few days ago, and I asked if one of them would mind doing it. Adam was pumped to drive it as soon as I told him what type of car to look for.” She hesitated. “He was gone for about twenty minutes, and Conner and I were worried something happened to him or your car, but he came back looking like the cat that caught the canary. He couldn’t resist a little joyride.” She rolled her eyes. “Boys.”
“He took my Mustang for a joyride? He’s lucky I don’t kill him!” I flexed my fingers and took a mental breath. Actually, it was nice of him to even offer to move it for me since I hadn’t been motivated enough to do it myself. I must’ve been sleeping when they were over because I hadn’t heard them at all. “On second thought, never mind. I’m just glad my car got underground in one piece. That’s all that matters.”
“Good. Let’s go swimming.”
I hopped into the passenger side of her Wrangler. The top and doors were off, so I quickly threw my hair into a ponytail to keep it from whipping in my face while we were driving. We pulled out, and Sophie blared the radio the whole way, singing along with every song. I even joined in on a few. Whenever the song turned slow or sad, she changed the channel. She was always thinking of me.
Once we got to the beach, we found a spot in the sand near the water and laid down our towels. We stripped down to our bikinis and sprayed on sunblock. Sophie began digging through her oversized beach bag, grabbed something, and immediately put it behind her back before I could tell what it was.
“I have a present for you,” she chimed and gave me a mega-watt smile.
Intrigued, I raised one eye brow. “Uh-oh, presents from you can be dangerous . . . Okay. I’m ready. What’s my present?” I put out my hand and was rewarded with a plastic package that had a picture of a black circle inner tube designed like a car tire. “Hell yes!” I gave her a quick hug before ripping open the package. I began to blow up my tube while she unwrapped the packaging on her matching one.
Once both of our tubes were inflated, we waded into the water and sat in them, letting our legs and arms hang off the sides. It felt as if we were ten years old again. Sophie was spinning around in her tube, her head back and
Sophie was dressed in a jean skirt and black cami, and I could tell by the straps around her neck that she had her white bikini with little cherries on under her clothes. We sat down and finished off the entire pizza within fifteen minutes. I cleaned up while she packed our beach bag. It was time for me to go to the beach, whether I was ready or not. Maybe this was a good idea after all. I had to admit she was right so far; it did feel nice to be showered, dressed, and full of food. I slipped on a pair of Sophie’s flip-flops, and we left the apartment.
We took the elevator down to the resident parking lot. I was caught off guard when I saw my car was next to Sophie’s white Jeep Wrangler. Since I had parked on the street five days ago, I couldn’t fathom how my car got down here. A resident tag was hanging from the rearview mirror, which meant she must have registered my vehicle with the complex. Just another reminder of how drastically my life had changed.
“How did you move my car? Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad it’s not on the street, but you don’t know how to drive it.”
She looked slightly guilty, which was never a good sign. “You remember Conner’s friend, Adam, right?”
Our lunch together came flashing back and brought a small smile to my lips. “Adam drove my car?”
“I was going to try to move it for you, but I thought I might ruin the clutch. Adam and Conner were hanging out with me, watching the Brewers game a few days ago, and I asked if one of them would mind doing it. Adam was pumped to drive it as soon as I told him what type of car to look for.” She hesitated. “He was gone for about twenty minutes, and Conner and I were worried something happened to him or your car, but he came back looking like the cat that caught the canary. He couldn’t resist a little joyride.” She rolled her eyes. “Boys.”
“He took my Mustang for a joyride? He’s lucky I don’t kill him!” I flexed my fingers and took a mental breath. Actually, it was nice of him to even offer to move it for me since I hadn’t been motivated enough to do it myself. I must’ve been sleeping when they were over because I hadn’t heard them at all. “On second thought, never mind. I’m just glad my car got underground in one piece. That’s all that matters.”
“Good. Let’s go swimming.”
I hopped into the passenger side of her Wrangler. The top and doors were off, so I quickly threw my hair into a ponytail to keep it from whipping in my face while we were driving. We pulled out, and Sophie blared the radio the whole way, singing along with every song. I even joined in on a few. Whenever the song turned slow or sad, she changed the channel. She was always thinking of me.
Once we got to the beach, we found a spot in the sand near the water and laid down our towels. We stripped down to our bikinis and sprayed on sunblock. Sophie began digging through her oversized beach bag, grabbed something, and immediately put it behind her back before I could tell what it was.
“I have a present for you,” she chimed and gave me a mega-watt smile.
Intrigued, I raised one eye brow. “Uh-oh, presents from you can be dangerous . . . Okay. I’m ready. What’s my present?” I put out my hand and was rewarded with a plastic package that had a picture of a black circle inner tube designed like a car tire. “Hell yes!” I gave her a quick hug before ripping open the package. I began to blow up my tube while she unwrapped the packaging on her matching one.
Once both of our tubes were inflated, we waded into the water and sat in them, letting our legs and arms hang off the sides. It felt as if we were ten years old again. Sophie was spinning around in her tube, her head back and
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