Chapter 4: Volleyball
Mimi ran back to the van in her brown flip-flops and blue bikini. Moments later, she returned with a beach ball in hand. She threw it to her boyfriend, who caught it.
"Let's play," she told Roger.
"Alright," he agreed, "Should we do it in teams?"
"I'm in!" Maureen said, pulling her hair into a ponytail, "Joanne, let's."
"Alright," her lover said, unwrapping the towel from around her middle, showing off her black one-piece.
"We're in," Collins said, her arm laced over Angel's shoulders, "I love volleyball."
"Not me," Mark commented, rubbing sun-lotion into his white arms. He wore a white t-shirt along with his green trunks.
"C'mon," Collins egged, punching him in the arm, "I'm dying to see your skills."
"No thanks. I'll just film you guys." He motioned to his camera bag.
Mimi stood, gripping the ball. "What are the teams?" she asked. She looked down at Roger. "I'm gonna be against you, so I can kick your butt."
"So why don't we do this," Collins suggested, "Me, Angel, and Mimi, versus Jo, Maureen, and Roger?"
"Sounds good to me!" Maureen shouted, standing. They all walked over to an empty volleyball court, and separated into the two teams. Mark began to film as Roger sent the ball into the air. Mimi jumped and spiked it back, hitting him in the head. He rubbed his head and tossed the ball back over to the opposing side.
Angel took the ball, and hit it overhand to Maureen, who bumped it.
"Mine!" Collins shouted, setting the ball up close to the net. Mimi jumped again, and spiked the ground into the sand at Joanne's feet. Angel cheered and Collins gave Mimi a high-five. Joanne tossed the ball to Collins, who knocked it back over. Maureen dove for the ball, and hit it up just before it hit the sand. It went sailing up into the air, and Joanne bumped it over the net. Angel dove for it, and her hands touching it send it out of bounds.
Maureen jumped up and hugged Joanne. She gave her lover a peck, and handed Roger the ball. The rocker tossed the ball right into the net, and it bounced back.
"Nice serve, Roger," Mark laughed. His roommate scowled at him, and threw the ball at the camera. Mark quickly turned, and it bounced off of his arm. "Roger!" he exclaimed.
"I hate this game," he muttered to himself.
"Just because we're winning," Mimi gloated. She tossed him the ball. He looked at it, and threw it into the net.
"I'm outta here," he announced, and took off running towards the ocean. Everyone watched him dive into the waves, yearning to do the same.
"Let's go!" Maureen shouted, chasing after him. Mimi followed suit, and Joanne jogged after her, smiling in excitement. Angel took Collins' hand and then ran together into the surf.
Mark looked at his friends, and then at his camera. He quickly jogged back to the picnic area and put his camera in his bag, and the bag under a towel. He sprinted off to join his friends.