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Bikinis Aren't For Me

"Max? Max. Maximum. MAXIMUM RIDE!"

I jumped back to attention. "What?"

Ella rolled her eyes. "What the heck, Max? You are finally free yet you're sitting here daydreaming, seemingly unable to be social, thinking about your horrid stepfamily."

I grinned apologetically. "Sorry. I guess I'm still a little uptight."

It was a Saturday afternoon and I was spending the day with Ella, Nudge and Iggy at my favorite spot in the world…the beach.

Fiona had gotten home on Thursday afternoon just like she had planned and like always, complained about how dirty the house was ALTHOUGH I cleaned the whole place up that day.

I can still hear her voice: "Maximum, it's a MESS. What have you been doing all week? You better not have gone out. And look at this fridge! The inside is a disaster."

If disaster meant empty, cold and a little smelly due to all the icky "healthy" food she bought, then yes.

It was a disaster.

But she never asked me to go shopping and since I wasn't complaining and neither were the twins I just let it be.

Bad choice on my part.

She had me go shopping the next morning, early, at six.

It is times like this when I ask myself: is it truly wrong to kill people? Because I'm telling you right now, the thought of Fiona, Lissa and Brigid going POOF sounded very, very dandy.

But anyways. Enough with the scary, murdering thoughts.

"Max," Nudge said, grabbing my cheeks so she could meet my eyes. "We are at Huntington Beach. One of the best beaches in California. Just enjoy it. Leave your crappy life behind you and just RELAX. Can you do that for us?"

I nodded.

"Good." She let go and I rubbed the feeling back into my cheeks.

"Don't worry! Be happy! Don't worry be happy now, oooh ooooh ooh,oh,oooh!" Sang Iggy, doing a little happy dance in the sand.

I rolled my eyes then closed them against the bright sun. I was planning on getting a nice dark tan before we left for the day. With my mom being Hispanic and everything, tanning wasn't a hard thing to do since I am naturally tan to begin with. But with my (ahem) TIGHT schedule, I haven't been able to lately.

"Hey, Maxie," Iggy said, looking down at me, blocking the sunlight with his head. "Want to go swimming? Huh? Wanna?"

I looked at him for a second.

"Puhleeeeze?" He begged, putting his hands together. "I would luv you forever and ever and ever and ever and—"

"We get the picture, Igs!" Nudge yelled from her towel.

He smirked and gave her the doodle. (A/N: which means he stuck out his tongue and her…my sister and I made it up. :D)

"With a cherry on top?" He asked me.

I looked over at Nudge and Ella. "Wanna go swimming?" I asked them.

They both shook their heads. "Not with this bikini, I'm not," Ella said.

I rolled my eyes. Ella and Nudge both love bikinis. I, however, think differently. I read somewhere that when a guy sees a girl in a bikini the nerve in his brain that tells him what he sees is the same one that is used for objects. Like a ball. Or a bike. Or a video game.

Call me quirky, but I really don't want to be an object. I'd rather be a person, thank you very much. After that, I stuck to tankinis which 1) are more comfortable 2) waaay less revealing 3) easy to move around in without accidently showing something and 3) personal opinion—way cuter.

With my white halter tankini and boyshorts I was ready to go.

"Yeah. I'll swim."

He punched his fist up in the air. "YES! Let's go, Maxie! See ya later, party poopers," he said with a smirk to Ella and Nudge.

He grabbed my hand and together we ran to the ocean and both dived in.

It was wonderful. My dad used to call me a mermaid I swam so much.

Surfacing again, I didn't see Iggy.

"Igs?" I called, looking around.

Suddenly, I felt to arms scoop me up and throw me back in.

"Iggy!" I screamed, coming back up, sputtering salt water out of my mouth.

He grinned. "Got you," he said, poking me.

I couldn't help but grin and laughing, I laid back and floated.

It was a great way to spend my afternoon; friends, water… and no evil stepfamily trying to ruin everything.

Sorry it's so short. And sorry about not updating The Insane High Life of an Undercover Secret Agent…I just need to think about the story plot and what I want to happen.

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