Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Summerland, unfortunately. So anything relating to Summerland, I don't own. Anything not relating to Summerland, I do own.

can she be more obvious?

"Good morning Katy." My grandmother said, when I went downstairs to the kitchen, already dressed, to see my grandfather still in his pjs, reading the newspaper.

"Morning." I said, while getting a glass of orange juice.

"So, what are you doing today?" My grandmother asked me.

"Uh, nothing." I told her.

"Oh." She said, obviously offended by my sarcasm.

"I mean, what is there to do?" I asked.

"Oh, lots of things dear!"

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well, you can go to the beach." My grandmother said.

"I hear the boardwalk is lively this year." My grandfather added.

"Ugh. You know I'm going to get lost. I don't know my way aro–" I was cut off by someone knocking on the door.

"Oh, could you get that dear?" My grandmother asked me.

"Sure," I said and walked over to the door.

I opened the door and there stood some guy around my age, taller than me, of course, hands in his pocket looking up at the sky. "Uh, can I help you?" I asked him.

He turned to look at me. His shiny ocean blue eyes piercing at me through his dirty blond hair. "Yeah." He said. "Sorry, but no one was answering the front door."

"Oh, it's okay." My grandmother said from inside the kitchen.

"Nikki!" The guy yelled across the street. A minute later, a girl with shoulder length brown hair came running to the door. She was young, younger than me, at least. She looked fourteen.

"Hi!" She said. "Um, I'm Nikki and I'm here to see Mr. and Mrs. Manson?"

"Oh!" My grandmother said, coming to the door. "You must be Nikki! Vern! She's here!"

I looked at my grandmother.

"Oh, Katy this is Nikki. She's doing the adopt a grandparent program for community service." My grandmother told me. "Oh, but where's the boy? Cameron, is his name?"

"He should be here in a few minutes." Nikki said.

"Okay." My grandmother said. Then looking at the blond haired guy she asked Nikki, "and who's this?"

"Oh, this is just my brother, Bradin." Nikki said.

"Hi." Bradin said.

"Oh hello!" my grandmother said.

"Uh, grandma? Don't you think you should invite them in?" I asked.

"Oh yes, yes!"

"Yeah, I guess I'll just go." Bradin said.

"Nonsense. Come in, stay." My grandmother said.

"Naw, it okay. I just came to drop Nikki off." He said looking at me. "I have to go anyway. I'm meeting some friends at the beach."

"Oh." My grandmother said. I turned to go to my room. "Katy?"

"Yes?" I said, turning slowly around.

"Weren't you going to the boardwalk today?" My grandmother asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well seeing how you don't know how to get there, maybe Bradin here will be willing to show you."

Dear God! She did not just say that, did she?

I looked at Bradin. He smiled.

Oh God, she did.

"Sure, yeah." Bradin said. "My pleasure."

My grandmother looked at me.

"Okay!" I told my grandmother. "Hold on a sec." I told Bradin and went to my room to get my square black and red threaded messenger bag, my parents got me from China that I never leave anywhere without. "Okay." I said, my grandmother handing me the keys from the counter. "What's this?"

"This is just in case your grandfather and I go outside ourselves with Nikki and Cameron."

"That's if he ever gets here." Nikki muttered.

"Don't sweat it, Nikki." Bradin said. "He's here."

"Finally!" Nikki said.

"Hey." Cameron said. "Why is everyone by the door?"

"Because they were leaving!" my grandmother said, pushing me out of the house. "Bye." My grandmother waved and closed the door in my face.

"Uh!" I squeaked.

Bradin laughed.

I gave him the evil eye.

He stopped. "So, shall we?"

"Do I have a choice?"