My Bikini

Edward had left the house in a hurry. After he was gone I blushed two more times, just thinking about him. I couldn't believe it. I mean, he was just a guy, right? Mom called and said that she wasn't going to be able to make it home tonight. I didn't mind, she normally wasn't home with the hospital and all. I sat in my room surfing the internet for awhile, then I remembered my stomach was grumbling. I giggled a little, remembering when my mom used to tell me that if I didn't feed my tummy, my tummy would eat me. I used to laugh so hard at that. I carefully went down the stairs and started to poke around the kitchen. There wasn't anything to make a good dinner, so I just popped a can of soup onto the stove. I turned on the radio up in my bedroom since there really wasn't anything to do, and I realized that one of my favorite songs was on. I listened to it for awhile while I was waiting for my soup to heat up.

I went back into the kitchen to see if my soup was ready, and it was. Well I know that nobody would be surprised that soup was ready, of course, but it was in a bowl with a spoon in it. I knew that I hadn't done it, so I was wondering who could have. I ran out into the driveway to see if my mom was home. She was, so I was thankful that I apparently wasn't seeing things. I then saw a yellow Porsche drive bye and whistled. I had never seen a car that nice in Treth. Then I heard mom's bedroom door open and saw her face light up as I walked inside.

"Hey Nicole, I got your soup ready for you, I thought you were upstairs?" she said with a smile. I was really happy she was home; I thought she wasn't going to make it.

"Yeah, I was, oh mom, you should have told me you were coming home and I would have made something for you!" I remembered why I had made the soup; it was just for me, not her. But I mean, she could have some if she wanted; that wouldn't be a problem.

"Oh no Nicole, it's fine, I ate at the clinic," my mom pleasantly replied. She normally ate at the clinic, so it wasn't a big surprise. Sometimes my mom said the food is better than when she cooks. I have to admit, sometimes it is. We giggled for a minute, which is something me and my mom don't do too often, and I picked up my soup and went upstairs. Of course, I got up to the top of the stairs and felt proud of myself. I hadn't spilt any soup. Then I tripped, and it went all over me. I shrieked out in pain when that hot soup hit my shirt, and then soaked through to my skin. My mom ran upstairs to see what was wrong.

"Oh Nicole!" she whispered, panic stricken. She ran to go and get a cold towel while I was there looking like; an idiot jumping up and down mumbling through my clenched teeth, "It's hot, it's hot!"

After I was all taken care of and I smelled like chicken noodle soup, I went to clean up my floor. Luckily for me, for once something worked out, the floors in my room are tile. It was too easy to clean up. I decided since I was already covered in soup that I might as well take a shower. I went into my bathroom and turned on my shower, the hot water soothing, unlike the hot soup that was splattered all over me. Just for good measures, I washed my hair too. I stepped out of the shower and got my PJ's on, only my favorites. They weren't really PJ's but they felt like them. They were just shorts from cheerleading camp, and then a spaghetti strap top. But I liked them, and that's all that mattered.

I stepped back over to my computer to see what I could get into before bed. I had another message from dad. This time it read:

Niki,

I really hope you like this present I've sent you. I think this could be the best one ever. Call me when you get it, or if it's too late then just email me.

Love,

Dad

I was really worried now. My dad had emailed me twice in one day, and then told me that this could be the best present ever? I tried to calm down my breathing, but I was really worked up. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I heard a knock at my door so I quickly shut down my computer. No need for my mom to get over excited about what dad was giving me. I said come in, and just like I thought, my mom did. Not for what I had expected though.

"Nicole, you have a visitor," my mom anxiously said. I was wondering who in the world would want to see me at 11:30 at night.

"Its Niki mom," I told her, rolling my eyes and followed her downstairs. Edward was standing at the door, his jaw clenched; again.

"Here are your shoes," he said through his clenched teeth. It looked like it hurt him to say something to me. Every word that he said was pained. I could see something different about him. I stared at him for a moment, not taking my shoes. I realized what I had been wondering about. His eyes were no longer a golden color. They were black, pitch black.

"Nicole, take your shoes sweetie, don't make him wait outside," my mom told me. I quickly snapped back to reality and took the shoes. "Goodnight Edward!" mom called after him waving. Edward had already turned around and was quickly walking down the driveway. I pulled my mom back and shut the door. Sometimes it was as if I had to be the adult around here.

"Mom, go and get some sleep, okay?" I pleaded. I knew she had to get some rest. The clinic must have been hard on her today. She nodded her head and trotted off to her room. I squinted my eyes and shook my head. Sometimes I just didn't get her. I walked back upstairs and looked at my shoes. They were a little bit dirty, but no trauma. I sighed, and then threw them into my closet. I decided that tonight I didn't feel like reading, so I put a small lamp on, and then turned off the light. I didn't sleep with a nightlight; it was only so I could find my way back to my bed without hurting myself, too badly.

I had another awful dream that night. This time, I was running to catch this guy that had my purse, right? He turns into a bat though! Instead of my chasing him, he was chasing me, and all he wanted to do was eat my face off. I woke up shrieking again. My mom didn't come into my room; she apparently thought that it was normal by now. I saw something move in the corner again. I knew this time it wasn't my cat, she was outside. I flipped on my light, but I saw nothing. I sighed a shaky breath. It was going to be fine, I hoped. I went back to sleep as soon as I turned off my light.

Sun shined through my blinds as I woke up this morning. I was soaking wet though. Must have been night sweats I thought. I opened up my blinds to let the sun shine in some more. It was an amazing day, even for Treth. My jaw was slack because surprisingly, it was a good day to tan. I sighed and decided that today was the day to break out my bikini. It was one of my favorite bathing suits surprisingly. It was red with white poka dots on it. I started to put it back as soon as I got it out, but nobody was going to see me, right? I went ahead outside to put up my blanket, but I didn't have to. Mom forgot to bring the blanket from yesterday in. I went back inside, regretting ever getting my bikini. Especially making it my only bathing suit. I shut my blinds, and got dressed into the bikini. I had to do my hair up, that's a good way to tan, and so I put it into a really high bun and got my shades. Mom was already gone to the hospital so I didn't bother with eating breakfast.

I walked outside and lay down on the blanket. I put on my sunglasses, which happen to match my bikini (which I totally didn't plan). I lay there for a few minutes, and then I started to get hot. I flipped onto my belly and tanned on my back. I had my IPod with me, so I turned up some music.

"She wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts, she's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers dreamin bout the day when you wake up and find that what your, lookin for, has been here the whole time" I sang to myself. It was one of my favorite songs by Taylor Swift, You belong with me. I flipped over again and pulled my leg up so my foot was solid on the ground. I was still listening to my IPod when I hear this truck barrel down the street. I hear it screech to a stop and someone yells,

"Damn girl you lookin fine!" and then I hear, "Oh shut up Emmett!" Then I hear the truck start up again and go. I look up to see who it was. I already knew though. It was those new kids. I slowly got up and walked toward the house. I had tears in my eyes. "I knew I should have never bought this bikini," I mumbled to myself. "I just knew it."

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With love,

Janie