''Lilly, It's the fourth of July! You should be patriotic."
Lilly rolled her eyes and glanced down at her outfit. "Mo-om! There'll be enough people dressed patriotic tonight. I think they can stand without me being the same way."
She was wearing a yellow tank top with light green designs across the front, and short, olive green shorts. On her feet were green flip flops. Her long, golden blonde hair was pulled into two braids, her bangs clipped up in a small puff on top of her head. She didn't want to be patriotic.
Lilly's mom sighed indignantly, and Lilly knew she had won. She slid off her barstool in the kitchen and retreated into the living room. "See you later, Mom!"
"Bye, sweetie! We'll be there in a little while."
"Oh, Mom! Don't forget the camera!"
Lilly called in a last-minute advance, slamming the front door behind her. She dashed across the street and rang Oliver's doorbell no less than six times without cease.
The door was pulled open from the inside, and a worried-looking Oliver came into view. "Lilly!" He said loudly, though she was standing a mere foot away.
"Come ON, Oliver!" Lilly seized his arm and proceeded to drag him out the front door and down the porch steps.
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A short walk later, they'd arrived at the pier, where the block party was being held. Actually, the part wrapped all around the beach, the pier, and to several of the near houses.
(A/N: Aiight kids, listen up. I only got like fiveish reviews for the past two chapters ( that isn't fun. Thanks to you guys who did review, though. I heard great things. Anyway, the purpose of this note is not to complain about lack of reviewers; it's to let you guys know that i've just encountered a horrible and suckish spell of writer's block. -gasp- i know, it's bad. anyway, if you've got ideas, spit 'em out there, would ya? i'll credit you. ))