James's POV
"Can I ask you a question?"
I knew she could hear me talking through the door.
"Sure! Go 'head."
"Why do girls take so long to do everything?"
Insert high-pitched gasp here.
"Just go without me, then!" she giggled. "I'm down to two bathing suits right now."
"Oh my god, you didn't even pick one out yet?" I screamed, banging my head on the door in frustration.
"Hurry up before I change my mind and make you wait," she sighed.
"Fine…" I muttered.
I went downstairs, figuring it'd be Christmas before I saw Piper again.
I went out the back door to the pool.
Carlos and Logan were on opposite ends of the pool, laughing hysterically as they pegged each other with a NERF football. Kendall was laying sullenly on one of the lounge chairs, staring up at the sky.
I went and sat down next to him, trying to make him talk to me. I couldn't get anything more than one word answers out of him.
After a few unsuccessful attempts at getting Kendall to magically remember how to speak, I heard the football hit the cement a few yards behind me. I didn't bother getting up, figuring one of them would get it. I had finally gotten Kendall to get into the pool with me when Carlos said "Hey Piper! Can you get the ball?"
All of a sudden, Carlos, Logan, and Kendall gasped. I turned around, confused.
There was Piper, in the hottest bikini I'd ever seen, less than a foot away from me. Once she knew she had my attention, she turned halfway around, bent over at the waist, and picked up the ball. When I stood up in the pool, my face was even with her hips.
Oh. So there is a god.