Marisold pov

Uncertain death

By bellacitron

What boys do on their own? Like we want to know.

Marisold pov

"Ah, come on Celia, don't be such a meenie-pou," I said shaking her arm playfully under the hot summer sun, "loosen up. You're like Jane Eyre. Too much hermit, not enough woman."

Celia was such a drag; she didn't know how to have any fun.

"What does pou mean?" she asked wanly, in a kind of mumble that she adopted very recently. I had always thought it was something to do with super-duper-quarterback-hunk-man Guy Stevens saying he hated when girls thought they were better than him. She must have interpreted it as I like my girls weak and flavorless.

"Its spelled p-o-u and I have no idea what it means." I announced proudly at my new Marisold-speak word.

"Only you would say that," she said tetchily.

"You know, that's probably why I said it. It would be for the best if you didn't act like such a hag." I say so coolly that she doesn't even notice the insult in my retort.

"How far away is you're house any way? It's getting hot. You have a pool right?" she whimpered impatiently.

"We did last time I checked," I said pulling out my stupid old phone and dialing fast "but we'll never get there at this rate."

"Fizzy, you have the car today right?" I said casually pushing the phone tight against my ear.

"Yes highness and they call me Brie," she practically yelled over the rambunctious tumult of noise emanating from her mothers 'day care' center. More like day mare. It kind of makes you not want to have kids. I don't like the thought of taking care of a mob of demons disguised as precious little angels. What a laughable concept.

"Well bestest buddy, do you think you could pick us up? Celia and I are down on Main Street, heading to my place to go swimming. Are you in Fizzy my girl?" I declared.

"Yes maestro Zen, I Am, and its Brie." she proclaimed in mock seriousness.

"Hurry up slave," I said before I hung up.

"So what now?" Asked Celia in that droopy puppy dog tone that would break you're heart if you didn't know that it was a load of bull.

"Now dearest Celia, we buy drinks." I said, turning on my heal and walked into the corner store.

"Hey wait for me, dam it!" she said as she tried to match my swift pace.

"You know cheeky, you have a lot to learn," I sad grabbing her arm and steering her toward the refrigerated section.

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We pulled to a creaky stop, the ancient motor giving a loud pop as we hopped out of the only working door in the car, the sun shining directly overhead.

"Fizzy you need to get that fixed." I say as my favorite jeans snagged and ripped against a wayward metal cable.

"Will do." She said sarcastically even though we both know she had no intention of actually fixing the thing.

We walked into the empty house and dumped our bags in the tiny mudroom and headed for my vaguely overgrown backyard. I love going swimming at my place; the scenery and my imagination turn it to a humid Central American jungle full of chirping birds and howling monkeys. Over the years it became my favorite place to be because anywhere other than this tiny Podunk town is a heady prospect.

Erik, my shaggy haired, money wise brother had other ideas though.

"Erik!" I called over the loud music screeching from the hidden speakers and surveying the scene. Jeez, I thought to myself, what is this? Erik and six friends sat around in their shorts drinking the beer dad kept in a refrigerated cabinet. Our parents have a very European view on the topic of alcohol, something like if you let them have a beer or two at home than the less they'll want to go get drunk at some party and die in an accident. But that wasn't my problem; they were taking up my pool. What are we going to do now? I thought glumly.

"Hey little sis," he said cool as coke, blowing cigarette smoke at me, "what's up?" he asked, bored.

"Nothing," I said casually, "Where's mom and dad?"

"Oh, they went to Madrid again. They left shopping money for you." He said nonchalantly, with his jaw muscle twitching on the bone and hard eyes.

"Good, we need more pop tarts." I said evenly, telling him lightly with my eyes to be calm, something I've been able to do since I was a little girl, and he listened.

"Are you guys go-" he asked only to be cut off by one of his relatively good-looking friends, Carney.

"Hey ladies, you want to stay and hang out for a while?" said Carney, his meaning clear as the water he was swimming in.

What an idiot. Who invites somebody to her own house? A drunk idiot I guess. Way to go Erik.

There was a titter from my friends and it was Celia who ended up expressing the 'group' opinion.

"Heck yeah! Lets all go swimming together! Brea? Mari?" she said excitedly, hoping for fun she didn't think she would have with me.

It was a mistake to bring her, it wont happen again.

"Nah, Sorry Celia, ask Andrew or Carney to take you home." She herd the finality in my tone, she got it," Catch you later." I said in farewell.

"Sorry Celia, have fun." Fizz obviously chose her side.

"Bye," she said faintly.

We walked away listening to their giggles.