So Much Can Happen (in a Summer Day)

Chapter One-Getting Ready

"GET OUT OF THE SHOWER BEFORE YOU DIE!" Alicia Spinnet, my roommate, shouted at my other roommate Angelina Johnson, through the bathroom door. Currently, Angelina was taking a hour long shower.

"All right, all right, coming." Angelina called through the door.

"WHY DO YOU NEED TO TAKE A SHOWER BEFORE GOING TO THE BEACH ANYWAYS? THAT'S STUPID! I NEED TO GET READY FOR GEORGIE!" Alicia was currently dating George, and Angelina and Fred were...close to say the least. Lots of unresolved sexual tension.

I heard all this through my bedroom.

Sleepily, I, Katie Bell, the third roomate, stumbled out and yawned.

"What's going on? Why all the racket?"

"Ummm...Katie, you didn't forget did you?" Alicia asked me.

"Hmmm? Forget what?" I said, a little mystified.

"We're going to the beach today, with Georgie and Fred and Oliver."

"So? Why'd you hafta-OHMIGOD! Why didn't you wake me up? I was looking forward to this! I haven't seen Ollie in weeks!" I wasn't overreacting. Oliver was playing as keeper for Puddlemere United, so he wasn't around often.

He was my best friend at Hogwarts though, so he was my close friend now.

I felt smug, sometimes. Being best friends with the wizarding world's most eligible bachelor, and also the only girl he hugged and called by my hated childhood nickname, "Tee-tee." I mean, it was cute, but it got annoying. I only tolerated that from my parents.

I had not seen Oliver in a long time, and by then his fame had only grown. I was happy we were going to spend some time at the beach, especially a muggle one, because he was, you know, Oliver, and Oliver, you know, is sorta FAMOUS!

Back to me, presently slipping into my black bikini and spritzing chamomile tea in my hair to lighten my blonde color in the sun. I had shaved the other night so no worries there. I applied waterproof eyeliner, let my hair out of it's usual messy bun and mussed it up a bit, and I was all set. I was going for the sexy-tousled-look-but-can't-touch look. In about 7 minutes. Hey, I'm a wash-and-go type of girl, but I like to look good.

Angelina, by then, had gotten out of the shower and changed into her red one-suit.

She had that hourglass, curvy shape that most women coveted, but for some reason, thought she was fat and never wore a bikini. She was right now putting on sunscreen.

I didn't need sunscreen, because for some weird reason, I never burned, only tanned. I guess I was fortunate. (AN- I know, I know. Bad Katie is not setting a good example. Skin cancer, y'know? But I was too lazy to go back to her putting on sunscreen. We're all secretly jealous of Katie, so don't worry.)

Alicia yelled from the bathroom, "We need to get going to Newport Beach in about 5 minutes!" (AN-Yes, I live in the always sunny Cali. I love it.) She came out of the bathroom, still fussing with her hair. She had mascara on (waterproof of course) and was wearing a very, very, small bikini.

And it, was, an, itsy bitsy, teeny weenie, yellow polka dot bikini. And it actually was.

Luckily, Alicia had the stick thin frame that the other half of girls that didn't want Angelina's curvy body wanted.

Me, I was somewhere in the middle, leaning a bit toward an Alicia with Angelina curves. I considered myself lucky. I was confident that way.

5 minutes later, all three of us all dolled up, grabbed our cover-ups (AN- for those of you who don't know, coverups are like, sarongs, or like really thin dresses, that cover up the swimming suit before swimming. They aren't walking around on a public street in bikinis!) and towels, and headed out the door. I could eat the nervous anticipation with a spoon like Yoplait's Thick and Creamy yogurt, strawberry flavored.

(PS. My weak attempt at imagery or personification or whatnot. That's my favorite flavor.) Review If You want more!

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