-Brittany-
We entered the pool, and I pulled down my pink-and-yellow fake Ray-Banz over my eyes, and pulled my lipgloss out of my purse.
As I swept some over my lips, I glanced at Alvin, who was staring at me.
"Stop staring, you creeper," I said, giggling. His cheeks flushed indignantly, and he began to say something, but I talked over him as we neared the pool. "Now, you get in the pool and play. I'm not here to babysit. I'm gonna go tan and talk to..." I glanced around the pool, and quickly picked out a tall blond hunk. "... him."
I started to walk off.
"No!"

-Alvin-
She whipped around, and stared at me.
Did I just do that?
She tilted her sunglasses down so I could see her peircing, beautiful blue eyes. I had never noticed those eyes before. How could I have not noticed those eyes?
"Excuse me?" she said quietly.
"Uh... How could you go to the pool without getting in?" I said. I didn't have any clue what I was saying.
She rolled her eyes, and put her sunglasses back on. "Uh-huh. I'm not seven anymore Alvin, even if you are."
I smirked. "Oh come on, Brit, have a little fun."
She walked away and set her stuff down on a bright chair nearby.
I knew what I was going to do.

-Brittany-
As soon as I set my stuff down, I felt arms hook around my waist and the place behind my knees. Next thing I knew, Alvin was holding me, cradling me like a baby, walking directly toward the pool.
"ALVIN! You are such a CHILD! Put me DOWN. NOW!" I shouted, struggling, but he just laughed, spun around, and flung me into the pool. I went flying, screaming, waving my arms around.

-Alvin-
So there she goes, screeching like a cat, meeting the water with a gargantuan splash that rivaled that of any I'd ever even done myself. I was laughing so, so hard... and then it happened.
Her head came up out of the water, her hair plastered to her head. she swam to the shallow end.
And when she stood up, I could have died.

-Brittany-
I thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head.
"What are you looking at?" I said, and looked down.
My bikini top was gone. I flipped, covered myself, and spun around, looking for my top. I was immediately met by the face of the blond hunk, who was surrounded by his friends at the edge of the pool.
He smirked, and held out my top. "Looking for this? What are you, a triple D?"
I was so embarrassed and infuriated. His friends and all of the skanks around him were laughing. I felt tears brim up in my eyes. I climbed out of the pool and ran out of the gate to the first bathroom i could find. I slammed the door, and locked it. I slid down the wall, and sat on the ground, forcing back my burning, embarrassed tears.

-Alvin-
I watched her go, then looked over at the guys. They were laughing, still holding the bikini top.
I stood as tall as one can at my height, puffed up my chest, and walked over to them. I tapped the tall douchey blond one on the shoulder.
He turned around. "Can I help you?"
"Gimme the bikini."
He laughed, and looked at his friends. "Why should I give you the bikini?"
"Because it's not yours. And my friend needs it. So give me the goddamn bikini."
He just laughed. "Oh, guys, his freind needs it." he leaned in a little bit. "Let me give you some advice. Stop being friends with skanks."
I don't remember even thinking about it. I hauled back and punched him as hard as I could. He fell into the pool, and I grabbed the bikini top.
I glanced at the girls who had joined in laughing at Brittany, and said, "You first."
With that, i turned on my heel, got the purse and flip-flops off of the chair where she had left them, and headed after Brit.

-Brittany-
I heard a knock on the door. "Go AWAY," I shouted, still sobbing.
"Brit, it's me. It's Alvin. Now open up," a muffled voice said. "I have your bikini."
I sighed. To beleive him or not to beleive him? "Mmm... I beleive him," I decided.
I stood up, and slowly opened the door just enough to put my hand out. He put the bikini in my hand, and our fingers touched, which made my stomach twist.
I put my bikini on, and glanced in the mirror, tears still rolling down my cheeks.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"Ugh. Fine."

-Alvin-
I walked into the bathroom, and there she was, tears still trickling down her cheeks. When i entered the room, she almost immediately wiped them away. Brittney had never cried in front of me before. It felt weird.
You know what? Brittany is so pretty when she cries.
She looked in the mirror and fluffed her hair and said quietly, "You know what's funny?"
"What?" I asked, wondering what she could possibly find funny about the current situation when only minutes ago, she was sobbing.
(Women. God.)
"Two things. One," she motioned to her boobs (because, you know, I only need more reasons to stare.) "He asked me if I was a triple D. I'm only a C."
I flinched. "I'm so glad I know that about you."
She giggled. "Yeah, i'm great like that. Also, second, the one time i go to the pool with you without any of our siblings, perhaps the most excruciatingly embarrassing thing that has ever happened EVER in the history of the world happens to me." At the end of that sentence, her smile flickered and a pained expression shadowed her face.
"Well..." I paused. "It's really not that bad, Brit."
She turned to me. "Alvin. Yes it is. Did you see him? Oh my gosh, he is a... a freaking sex god!"
I shrugged. "He's not that great. He's a tool."
She rolled those blue eyes. "This coming from Alvin Seville, perhaps the most toolish man i have ever met."
"I am not toolish. I don't think that's even a word."
"Well, I said it, so it must be," she replied cooly, turning back to the mirror.
I rose my eyebrows. "Uh-huh."

-Brittney-
We were quiet for a minute. I absentmindedly messed with my hair again, and then looked in the mirror at Alvin's bare chest... and my stomach seemed to spin. I slowly walked over to him, and pulled him into a hug. I didn't say thanks, but I think he got the message. For a few minutes we relished my silent thank-you. I couldn't help but notice that he smelled really good. We're talking some serious manly cologne here, not just some cheap Axe or whatever.

-Alvin-
She smelled like chlorine. I love the smell of a pool. And oh my god, her body up against mine... my thoughts were racing, my heart was pounding. I wondered if she could feel my heart beating in my chest.
I pulled away (why? I don't know) and asked, "Wanna go get some Fro-Yo?"
She cracked up and stepped away. "You are such a moment-ruiner!"
I faked a gasp and said, "Oh, were we having a moment? I didn't know." she laughed, and I continued, "Well, my stomach is about to have a moment with some Fro-Yo."
"Do you have to call it that?" she said, rolling her eyes and picking up her stuff.
"Yes."
"You are such a dork!"

-Theodore-
I walked into FroYoPalace (yes, it is really called that, and really spelled like that, with no spaces or anything), holding hands with Eleanor. We had sat around and made out on the park bench for a while before it just got too darn hot and we got too darn hungry. So, we went to the frozen yogurt place, because it's always over-air-conditioned (for reals, guys, it has got to be, like, forty degrees in that place) and... because, well, it's a frozen yogurt place. Is there a better place to be on a sweltering summer day?
Well, besides an actual ICE CREAM place with actual ICE CREAM.
"Eleanor... why can't we go to DQ?" I complained as we got in line.
"Because, do you really want to walk all the way across town for an ice cream sundae that could give a horse a heart attack?" she responded.
"Yes," i answered, pouting.
"No. No you don't. Now, you better start looking at the menu and thinking about what you want."
I sighed. "Frozen Yogurt is a sad, bland ripoff of ice cream."
"It's good for you."
"Frozen Yogurt is Ice Cream's ugly little sister."
"You know what is Ice Cream's ugly little sister?" she pinched my lovehandles and said, "These."
I squirmed. "Ellie!"

-Eleanor-
He blushed when I pinched his lovehandles. Aww. Theodore, my little cupcake. i know he hates it when i do that. So i don't do it often. Only when he's least expecting it.
"Oh, come on Theo, they're called LOVEhandles for a reason." I said, giggling and winking, as he tugged on the bottom of his t-shirt uncomfortably.
"Why, because you love to pinch them? You know I hate that." he stuck his lip out and crossed his arms indignantly.
"No. They're cute. Stop being like that."
He sighed. "I'm sorry. I get moody when I'm hungry."
I nodded, and said sarcastically, "You don't have to tell me that."
He gave me a look, but returned his hand to mine. We stood in silence until we reached the cash register, where an extremely bored-looking twenty-something asked us what we wanted.
"Strawberry Fro-Yo, please," I said, picking the healthiest thing on the menu. "I'm on a diet."
"Thanks. Because I asked." Mr. Bored Twenty-Something said sarcastically, then turned to Theodore. "And you?"
Theodore bit his lip, then said, "Uh, what has the most chocolate in it?"
"That would be the big Kahuna," the bored guy replied in an extremely bored voice.
"I'll take that."
I gave him a look, and started to pull out my money. Theodore stopped me, and pulled out his wallet.
"How much is that?" he asked.
"20 dollars and 24 cents."
Theodore winced, but pulled out the money anyway and handed it to the guy.
"Your order will be here when your number is called. You are number 517."
"Okay, thanks."
We walked to an empty booth at the back.
When we sat down, Theodore exclaimed, "Okay, their prices are ridiculous! Ten dollars and twelve cents each! Can you beleive that?"
I shrugged. "It's dumb. But they can have prices like that. They're the only frozen yogurt place in town."
"Their yogurt better be good, or I swear, I will make a complaint."
"Yeah, I'm sure you will. Theodore the meek."
He smirked and rolled his eyes. "Oh, who am i kidding?" he mumbled.
"Well," I said, leaning on his shoulder and patting him on the belly, "It doesn't really matter what the price is, so long as we're together, right?"
He smiled and put his arm around my shoulders, hugging me closer to him. "I guess I still love you..." he kissed me on the forehead, and said quietly, "Even if it does cost entirely too much to take you out."

-Theodore-
She blushed and laughed, and then leaned in and we kissed for what seemed like a very long time. Nothing existed when we kissed. Just us. Just the fireworks that seemed to be going off in my head. Right as the kiss began to heat up, there were two voices that distracted me.
"Oh my god! Why do they keep it so cold in here?"
"I would offer you my jacket, except i'm not wearing a shirt. It's the thought that counts, I guess."
Me and Eleanor both pulled away at the exact same time. We gave each other a bewildered look.
"Peek into the next booth," I whispered.
She shook her head. "No! You."
"No!"
"Both of us then."
"Fine."
Eleanor peeked over the booth first. Then i looked in too. And there they were, Alvin and Brittney, getting extremely cozy in the booth next to us.
We both plopped down.
"I thought they were mad at each other still over the- you know," Eleanor whispered.
I shrugged. "I guess not."
Then we looked over again, and, you won't beleive this, but right as we looked over, they kissed.
Shocked, i sat down again and turned to Eleanor.
"But Alvin has a girlfriend!"