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Chapter 3- (May's POV)

I hurried inside the cottage and closed the wooden door, wearing a huge smile as I gazed at the plain mahogany entry. In its place was the face of a stuttery Drew, holding out the bear and saying that I could have it. My smile became wider as I carefully caressed the wooden door and thought of how perfect this summer was being.

"I really appreciate you giving the door so much affection, but you have to call your parents and have dinner," I heard a voice say and I quickly turned to see my aunt in a dark green paint splattered tee with the words 'Beverly Hills' on it and khakis that were torn all over the place. She quirked a brow at me and I scratched the back of my head and laughed nervously.

"Uh... yeah... I think I'll go change," I said quickly and tried to head upstairs but my aunt pulled me back.

"Where did you get the bear?"

Crap. I hope she wouldn't be all like mom and dad and ask so many questions concerning about hanging out with boys. Oh wait. Dad told me a rule that I wasn't allowed to be friends with guys. Ugh, I'll worry about that later.

"Um... my friend gave me," I replied, smiling sweetly. "Did I tell you that you look awfully nice today?"

"May, kiddo, save the compliments," Aunt Vicki said, "Your 'friend' was a boy, am I correct?"

"Uh... sorta?" I squeaked and surprisingly, my aunt laughed.

"Oh May, you just arrived today and your already having a boyfriend! Are you sure you grew up with ultra strict parents like Caroline and Norman?!"

Okaayy, so that was completely unexpected. Oh well, at least she wasn't blowing her top off like Dad would be.

"Aunt Vicki! I'm not having a boyfriend! One of the lifeguards asked me in a friendly manner to go to the new ice cream place. And the lifeguard who is his friend, gave me this in a friendly way," I explained but my aunt's teasing grin never vanished.

"You're just like your mother! Caroline met Norman when she went to the Bahamas for vacation with mom and dad. Norman was also on vacation and sparks flew! Oh, I remember how I had to sneak her out for a date with him..." Aunt Vicki said, smiling as she recalled the memory.

Wow. Mom met Dad at the Bahamas? I never knew that. Aren't parents supposed to tell stuff like these to their children?

"That's great, Aunt Vicki. But I'm hungry and I want to change so um..."

"Oh right, go ahead to your room and come down for dinner. There're some people that I'd like you to meet too," Aunt Vicki remarked.

I nodded and ran up to my room. Carefully closing the door, I smiled at the brown bear, it had a red ribbon tied at the neck and the ears were furry and soft. It was such a cute little teddy. I wonder why Drew didn't want it. But I guess boys are weird. I walked over to the dressing table and delicately sat the bear. Then I dug into the bag that was full with chocolate teddies and popped one into my mouth. Chewing and humming, I stepped into the shower.

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I need a miracle. I wanna be your girl... I sang softly as I made my way down the stairs. I skipped to the kitchen where the round dining table was and immediately halted when I saw two unfamiliar people seated at one side. Maybe they were the people my aunt wanted me to meet. I took my place beside Uncle Bryan and Aunt Vicki was seated beside him. Uncle Bryan turned to smile at me. He had cropped sandy hair and twinkly hazel eyes. He also had a great sense of humor.

"Hey May. It's been a long time since I last saw you. You've grown lots," he said and I smiled back.

"Really? I've been getting that a lot."

"May, these are the people I wanted you to meet," Aunt Vicki said, motioning her hand to the two strangers. "This is Mrs. Myron and her daughter, Chelsea. They just arrived today and since all the hotels were booked and as we have lots of extra rooms, they'll be staying here. Mrs. Myron's work got permanently transferred here and her house isn't yet ready."

I took a look at the two. Mrs. Myron was a large woman with curly black hair and her daughter looked my age. Chelsea had long black hair that looked as if it had been straightened and thick bangs. She had cerulean eyes and was wearing a black hoodie, black cargo pants and lots of eyeliner. Me, in my light pink spaghetti strap dress with a full skirt, felt so uncomfortably like little Miss. Muffet.

"Hi, I'm May Maple. I just arrived here today too," I said and Mrs. Myron smiled at me.

"It's nice to meet you, dear. May I ask how old you are?" she asked and I felt friendly with her.

"I'm seventeen," I replied.

"Oh really? Chelsea's eighteen. She's getting the room beside you and I hope you two would be friends," Mrs. Myron said and I looked back at Chelsea. She still had that look on her face as if she were emotionless. I guessed she was that kind of emo girl. Oh but I don't have anything against emos, it's just that she's so different than frisky me.

"Hi Chelsea," I said, trying to make conversation with her. She looked up at me, still looking blank.

"Hi," she at last said. Her voice was kind of cracky. So different from my high and perky voice.

"Hi!" I repeated and felt so stupid for doing so. She just looked at me with her cold eyes before looking down at her plate again.

"Um, anyway, today we have some casserole and cold potato salad. Try it out, it's my cooking," Aunt Vicki said and I nodded gratefully as we helped ourselves.

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Beeeeep! Beeeeeep!

Ugh, stupid alarm clocks. I have a good mind to throw it out of the window. But then again, I brought it so I wouldn't waste the whole day, sleeping in... Mmm... worry about that later...

My eyes closed again and I drifted off to a nice sleep. That was before the alarm went off. Again. Groaning, I lifted myself from the bed and squinted from the sunshine that was pouring in from the wide opened window. I looked at the clock and it took three tries before I could finally read the digits. 9:00. Wait a minute, 9 o'clock?! Darn, I was wasting too much of my precious time!

I sprinted to the bathroom and took the fastest shower known in the universe. Feeling a bit refreshed, I opened my closet and chose carefully of what I'll wear. I wanted something sassy and cute, something that screamed 'Beach Girl!' I chose a slinky ocean blue tank top with a huge playboy bunny in the centre and a denim mini skirt with a metal studded belt. Shoes? I guess that flip flops are the only suitable ones to be wearing at a beach and so I chose a matching blue one. My hair was let down, the wavy locks smelling sweet from the shampoo I quickly rubbed in the shower. Was I wearing a bikini underneath? Of course I was! This time it had a pink top and a white bottom with 'Hot?' written on the butt side. My friend, Kara, got it for me for my birthday, but you know my parents. They never allowed me to wear it. Well, no parents this time!

I know I'm not really following my dad's rules... When I called home last night he asked me whether I was being good and following his rules. I said 'yes', of course, but honestly, which girl could resist wearing a hot bikini at a hot beach like this?

A knock on my door caused me to turn from the mirror and I ran to open it. There stood Mrs. Myron, her hair up and dressed in a very formal manner. She smiled when she saw me.

"Hi May," she said.

"Oh, Mrs. Myron, hi."

"Um, I have a little reception party to go to but Chelsea will be still here. She's really bored so if you're going out today, could you take her?" Mrs. Myron asked.

Take Chelsea? Well it was okay, I guess. A bit weird, but okay. I am a friendly person after all. "Sure, it's no prob."

"Thanks May, you're a darling. I'm gonna get her right now," she replied, smiling gratefully at me and hurrying to the next room beside mines. She knocked on the worn wooden door and after some seconds, Chelsea opened it. Without saying anything to her, Mrs. Myron grabbed her hand and led her to my door.

"Chelsea, sweetie, you go around with May today, okay?" Mrs. Myron asked the girl and she hesitated a while before reluctantly nodding.

"Great! I gotta run now. I'll see both of you later!" Mrs. Myron exclaimed and with a small wave, she hurried away leaving me and Chelsea to ourselves. I wondered how someone as active as Mrs. Myron could have such a quiet daughter like Chelsea. She stared at her shoes and crossed her arms on her chest and I just stood there, not knowing what to do. Was she wearing black today too? Of course. She was wearing a black hoodie (not the same one as yesterday) with the hood on her head, black pants that were torn at the knees and black converse shoes. She looked too bundled up to be at a beach and I felt way revealing. Suddenly my stomach growled and I realized that I hadn't had breakfast yet.

"Um, so Chelsea, have you had breakfast?" I asked, really hoping to start a conversation.

"Yeah," she replied at last and I nodded.

"I hadn't had mines. Why don't we, um, go down?" I asked.

"O-okay," Chelsea answered and I nodded again before walking to the stairs. She followed me to the kitchen where Aunt Vicki was loading the dishes into the dishwasher. She turned when she heard me walk into the room.

"Oh May, your awake already. Hello Chelsea. Do you want breakfast, May?" Aunt Vicki asked me.

"Yup! Where's Uncle Bryan?" I asked, taking a seat at the dining table. Chelsea sat herself down beside me. I knew she was feeling really awkward.

"Gone to work, kiddo," Aunt Vicki said and handed me a plate with two pancakes and a strip of bacon, "Here ya go."

"Thanks," I replied and dug into my meal.

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"Um... where are we going?" Chelsea asked me as we walked out of the house. Outside it felt nice. The sun was shining brightly and there was a cool wind to accompany it. I tucked a strand of flying coffee brown hair behind my ear and turned to answer her question.

"To the beach, of course. You haven't swum yet, have you?"

She shook her head and hid her face more under the black garment that was covering her head. "I don't want to either."

"Why not? It's Sea City and take a look at that beach!" I exclaimed, pointing to the huge ocean in front of me.

"I don't have a swimsuit," she replied quietly.

"Oh, I'll lend you one of mine! Just wait here!" I cried and ran back into the house. Grabbing another one of my bikinis, a lavenderish one this time, I rushed down the stairs again and ran to where Chelsea was standing.

"H-here, y-you can have this," I said, panting from the run. I held it out and she took it with her thumb and pointer, holding it up.

"There is no way that I am wearing this," Chelsea said, "I hate this color and I hate bikinis."

"We'll buy you another one when we get to the boardwalk, but right now you can just wear this. Come on, it's no big deal," I said, encouraging her.

"No, no, no. I am not wearing this at all and I am not swimming," she told me and handed me back the lavender bundle. I didn't take it.

"Chelsea! Please, please, please wear it!" I pleaded not even knowing why I was doing so. I didn't know why I wanted her to wear it so much. Maybe I just wanted to see how she would look like in some of my clothes.

"If I do, will you shut up?" she asked me, her lips in a frown.

"Yes!"

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"Hey May!" someone called out and I knew exactly who it was. Steve, of course. I turned from the waters and smiled at him.

"Hi!"

He motioned me to come over and I saw that Drew was also sitting beside him, so I turned to Chelsea who was standing behind me, all bundled up in a wide towel. She had put on the lavender bikini but after I laughed at her, she refused to come out from under that towel. It wasn't my fault for laughing. She looked so funny!

"Come with me, I want you to meet the lifeguards," I told her. Surprisingly, she followed me without a word and we walked over to where the two guys were sitting in their highchairs. Steve grinned at me when he saw me and Drew was managed a small smirk of a smile.

"I'm sorry I had to go home so early last night," Steve began, "My mom's cat had gotten up a palm tree again and I had to get him down. Anyway, who's your friend?"

"Its okay you had to go home and this is Chelsea," I replied, motioning my hand to the girl beside me. She looked at the two with the same blank expression she looked at me last night. "Chelsea, this is Steve," I continued, pointing to the blonde, "And this is Drew."

"Nice to meet ya, Chelsea," Steve said with a smile and Drew didn't say anything. He just nodded at her like he did to me.

"Uh, you too," Chelsea replied after a few seconds.

"So May," Steve said, turning to me, "Since I had to go home so early last night, I was thinking of dinner at a restaurant. Ya know, you, me, Chelsea and Drew. Sorta like a double date."

A double date? At a restaurant? That is so romantic! Too bad I had failed to notice that he meant me and him and not me and Drew.

A/N: Yay! Third chapter done! Updates are really fast, right? Too bad they're sucky. I hated this chapter. The scenes changed around a lot and I'm not really satisfied with the writing... But I've got everything for this planned out. I've even wrote the ending. x) (Note: Just the ending, cuz' when I was in the oh-so-hateful study hall, I spent the whole time thinking of the right ending and when I thought of it, I didn't want to forget it.)

Thankies for reading, now please review!!

- Suzie :o)