South beach by Aimee Friedman Page A
Authors: Aimee Friedman
Tags: United States, Fiction, General, Family & Relationships, Juvenile Fiction, Travel, Children: Young Adult (Gr. 10-12), Social Issues, Interpersonal relations, Man-Woman Relationships, Love & Romance, Children's 12-Up - Fiction - General, Friendship, Florida, Teenage girls, Dating & Sex, South, Adolescence, Teenagers, Dating (Social Customs), Social Issues - Adolescence, Social Issues - Friendship, Social Issues - Dating & Sex, Spring break, South Atlantic, South Beach (Miami Beach; Fla.)
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Alexa already seemed halfway there.
Their door was still open, and Holly heard laughter and strains of a John Mayer CD from the room across the hall. Then, a girl who looked to be about
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sixteen appeared in their doorway. She was Asian American and petite, with shoulder-length, shiny black hair and a wide smile. She wore a striped bikini and was barefoot.
"Hey," she said. "Anybody got a spare pair of flip-flops?" She motioned down the hall. "Eric from Number 2 puked all over mine on the way home from Ohio's last night so I had to get rid of them. Gross, right?"
"I do," Alexa said. She was kneeling at the dresser, surrounded by clothes and shoes. She held up a pair of red plastic flip-flops she'd gotten in New York City, then walked to the door and handed the flip-flops to the girl. "You can have these. I'm Alexa, by the way. And this is Holly."
"Daisy Moon," the girl said. "Did you guys just arrive? We got in last night from St. Louis. Spring break is going to rock this year!" She pumped her fist in the air, paused for a breath, then went on. "I'm across the hall in Number 6, with my friend Kaitlin."
On cue, a red-haired, chubby girl wearing shorts and a tight Señor Frogs T-shirt bounded over from across the hall.
"South Beach is the bomb!" Kaitlin exclaimed, after Daisy had done all the introductions. "We already checked out a bunch of places last night. Oh,
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and" she lowered her voice --"speaking of 'checking out,' you girls need to meet the hotties in Number 5. I think they're down by the pool now."
"We're heading to the pool ourselves," Daisy said, stuffing her feet into Alexa's flip-flops. "Meet you out there in a few?"
Then they were off, their giggles echoing down the hallway. Alexa shut the door, and briefly met Holly's glance.
"They're ... enthusiastic," Holly said. She got antsy around girls who acted so perky. But she was curious to see the pool and maybe get in some swimming. She opened her bag and pulled out her navy Speedo one-piece. After lending Meghan her tankini, the Speedo was the only item of swimwear she had.
Alexa didn't respond. She wriggled past Holly and back over to her bed, where she started changing into her pink bikini for the second time that day. Daisy and Kaitlin were a little "Rah-rah-sis-boom-bah" for her tastes, but they seemed like fun. More fun than Holly was being, in any case. And besides, she was intrigued by the hotties in Number 5.
The girls wordlessly changed into their swimwear, their backs to each other. Now that they were alone again, the tension between them was palpable. Alexa hurriedly tied the halter strings on her bikini, eager to
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get out of the room. She knotted her hair up in a bun and swung around to grab her Fresh Sunshield off the bed. Then she noticed Holly fiddling with her swim-suit straps as she frowned at herself in the mirror above the dresser. Alexa never would have guessed it, but Holly had a kick-ass body. It must have been all the running she did. She had shapely legs, a firm little butt, and perfectly proportioned boobs. Alexa, who was only an A cup, felt kind of envious; Holly managed to pull off being curvy and athletic at the same time.
"You should wear a bikini, Hoi," Alexa observed. She was surprised at how smoothly the old grade-school nickname slipped off her tongue. Weird.
"I don't even own one," Holly said, turning away from her reflection. "I don't have the body for a bikini."
Alexa was about to disagree when there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it," Holly said, heading for the door. It's probably Daisy and Kaitlin with a cheer routine, she thought.
She opened the door, and there stood two of the most delectable boys either she or Alexa had ever seen. And they looked exactly alike.
Both boys were on the short side, muscular and stocky; with curly dark hair and bright blue eyes. They wore swimming trunks -- one had on a blue pair, the
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other had on white and their smooth chests were nicely suntanned. Blue-trunks
Their door was still open, and Holly heard laughter and strains of a John Mayer CD from the room across the hall. Then, a girl who looked to be about
67
sixteen appeared in their doorway. She was Asian American and petite, with shoulder-length, shiny black hair and a wide smile. She wore a striped bikini and was barefoot.
"Hey," she said. "Anybody got a spare pair of flip-flops?" She motioned down the hall. "Eric from Number 2 puked all over mine on the way home from Ohio's last night so I had to get rid of them. Gross, right?"
"I do," Alexa said. She was kneeling at the dresser, surrounded by clothes and shoes. She held up a pair of red plastic flip-flops she'd gotten in New York City, then walked to the door and handed the flip-flops to the girl. "You can have these. I'm Alexa, by the way. And this is Holly."
"Daisy Moon," the girl said. "Did you guys just arrive? We got in last night from St. Louis. Spring break is going to rock this year!" She pumped her fist in the air, paused for a breath, then went on. "I'm across the hall in Number 6, with my friend Kaitlin."
On cue, a red-haired, chubby girl wearing shorts and a tight Señor Frogs T-shirt bounded over from across the hall.
"South Beach is the bomb!" Kaitlin exclaimed, after Daisy had done all the introductions. "We already checked out a bunch of places last night. Oh,
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and" she lowered her voice --"speaking of 'checking out,' you girls need to meet the hotties in Number 5. I think they're down by the pool now."
"We're heading to the pool ourselves," Daisy said, stuffing her feet into Alexa's flip-flops. "Meet you out there in a few?"
Then they were off, their giggles echoing down the hallway. Alexa shut the door, and briefly met Holly's glance.
"They're ... enthusiastic," Holly said. She got antsy around girls who acted so perky. But she was curious to see the pool and maybe get in some swimming. She opened her bag and pulled out her navy Speedo one-piece. After lending Meghan her tankini, the Speedo was the only item of swimwear she had.
Alexa didn't respond. She wriggled past Holly and back over to her bed, where she started changing into her pink bikini for the second time that day. Daisy and Kaitlin were a little "Rah-rah-sis-boom-bah" for her tastes, but they seemed like fun. More fun than Holly was being, in any case. And besides, she was intrigued by the hotties in Number 5.
The girls wordlessly changed into their swimwear, their backs to each other. Now that they were alone again, the tension between them was palpable. Alexa hurriedly tied the halter strings on her bikini, eager to
69
get out of the room. She knotted her hair up in a bun and swung around to grab her Fresh Sunshield off the bed. Then she noticed Holly fiddling with her swim-suit straps as she frowned at herself in the mirror above the dresser. Alexa never would have guessed it, but Holly had a kick-ass body. It must have been all the running she did. She had shapely legs, a firm little butt, and perfectly proportioned boobs. Alexa, who was only an A cup, felt kind of envious; Holly managed to pull off being curvy and athletic at the same time.
"You should wear a bikini, Hoi," Alexa observed. She was surprised at how smoothly the old grade-school nickname slipped off her tongue. Weird.
"I don't even own one," Holly said, turning away from her reflection. "I don't have the body for a bikini."
Alexa was about to disagree when there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it," Holly said, heading for the door. It's probably Daisy and Kaitlin with a cheer routine, she thought.
She opened the door, and there stood two of the most delectable boys either she or Alexa had ever seen. And they looked exactly alike.
Both boys were on the short side, muscular and stocky; with curly dark hair and bright blue eyes. They wore swimming trunks -- one had on a blue pair, the
70
other had on white and their smooth chests were nicely suntanned. Blue-trunks
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