Outside, her grey eyes blinked in the bright sunlight. The sky was blue, it was summer, and a slight breeze began to blow as she pranced across the grassy lawn of the school.

When Dylan reached the student lot, barely anyone was there. Of course, a few groups were still there, those still waiting around for friends who hadn't finished saying their goodbye's to the faculty, but few cars remained in the lot. Of course, there was Dylan's, old, beat up, and blue. she walked around the lot on the cool grass.

She sighed slightly, her slim, pale figure stepping lightly through the grass. Dylan ran her hand through her short hair, making the dark locks stand on end. What she needed now was to head home, get her suit, and get to the pool.

Suddenly there was a yell from behind her.

"Oh my God! DYLAN! Wait UP!"

As more than a few lingering students turned to stare, Dylan rolled her eyes and smiled. Leave it to her best friend, Bridget, to make a huge scene on the last day of school. Sometimes that girl was so annoying. Nevertheless, Dylan turned around, now walking backwards.

"Not waiting up Bridge. But if you hurry you can come with me to the house, I'm gonna grab my suit. Needless to say you have yours right?"

"Of course. You know me, I never leave home without it!" Bridget laughed, her smooth vocals echoing across the nearly deserted campus, her long, platinum blonde hair swinging wildly as she jogged to catch up. Really, there was no need to run, Dylan wouldn't leave her there.

"So, Bridge, what are you planning to do until you head off to college-OOF!"

Dylan sprawled across the grass, dropping her books. The boy she had tripped over laughed hysterically.

"Hey Dill. Nice of you to drop in like that." he laughed.

"Very funny Trey. Hysterical. You're SUCH a comedian." She glared at him, trying not to smile.

"Here, let me help you." Bridget reached down, picking up books and putting them into a pile as Dylan stood up, brushing dirt off herself.

Trey stood up. "What were you doing down there dearest?" Bridge asked, arms wrapped around his waist. He smiled as he leaned down to kiss her.

"Trying to trip dear old Dylan here." He looked at her, smiling.

"You know, it WAS funny to see you go down like that." Bridget laughed as she began walking towards Dylan's beat up

Dylan stuck her tongue out at the pair. "Assholes." she said, grinning.

"So, you coming to Dill's so she can get her swim suit? We got one extra seat."

"What do you mean, one? Who ELSE are you planning on inviting?" Dylan asked, one eyebrow raised as she began unlocking her car.

Turning to look at her dark haired friend, Bridget looked no more concerned than a small child who easily got what ever she wanted. "Well, I figured we'd pick up Elsie and Zack along the way. That's ok with you, right?"

"Yeah, it's fine."

"Good!" Bridget yelped in excitement, blue eyes widening.

"BUT," Dylan began, holding up a manilla envelope. "You know what this is? My grades. And mom's gonna want to see them. And you know her"

Trey groaned. "WHY Dylan! Why can't you just say you lost it, or it's coming in the mail, or you just didn't get it yet!"

Dylan smiled, and Bridget put her hands on her best friend's shoulders. "It's ok Dill. Ignore the stupid one. We can wait."

Trey groaned again and looked at the sky through the back window of the car. His small cries of "Why god, WHY?" were drowned out by the girl's voices.

As the car started and the A-C kicked in, Bridget looked at her friend in the rear veiw mirror. "Dylan, you remember how to get to E-Z's house, right?"

"Yes I remember. Get them first?"

"Yeah. Definately. They need to wait with us." Bridget grinned.

"Hey Dill, can you turn up the tunes? I can't hear it." Trey asked.

"Yeah sure."

As the small blue car raced out of the school lot and down the street, windows open and air conditioner going, music from System Of A Down went thumping through the air.