Cherry Pie
Gwen's P.O.V.
It had been one month. One whole month since we landed in Miami.
Currently our place of residence was the roof of the mall. We hunker down behind a billboard for shade and security.
In the past month we've stolen food, cash, and bathing suits. Today we are going to this little patch of beach that we found. It's private and secluded because a lot of seaweed and grass has washed up on the shore.
"Are you all almost ready?" Storm asked for the millionth time.
"No! Calm down and put on some sunscreen," Ebony snapped.
We were in the public restroom on the ladies side and we were changing. None of us really cared about changing in front of each other, we had known each other long enough that we weren't shy, but the boys were a different story.
"Can I come in and get my swim trunks?" Kale asked. We had all our clothes and swim suits crammed in one giant beach bag.
"NO!" I shrieked, hooking the top piece of my bikini real quick. Yes, you read right. I'm in a bikini. Alex and Ebony insisted that it was the only thing they could find in my size and swipe easily. Just a little tid bit, it's to small. I'm a little to "top heavy" for this dumb thing. It was practically the color of my bright green eyes and showed a lot. I felt self conscious and exposed.
"I feel like an idiot," Flair said as she adjusted her bright red tankini.
"You look fine," Alex assured, twirling in her identical tankini that was orange.
"I don't," Melee said gruffly, crossing her arms over the pink ruffles on her black one piece.
"You're adorable, sweetie," Ebony assured, patting Melee on the top of her head.
"Oh gosh," Melee sighed.
"Ok...um...how does this thing tie?" Ebony asked as she tried to put on the top of her blue bikini.
"Ebony," I stifled a laugh.
She looked up.
"It's strapless."
"What?!" She panicked. We all burst into laughter.
"Ok, I did not see that when I snatched it! What am I going to do?!" She asked in a yell/whisper.
"Flaunt what the test tube gave ya!" Flair grinned.
"I wasn't made in a test tube," Ebony frowned.
"Then shake what your momma gave ya!" Alex giggled.
"GUYS!" Dylan's voice boomed.
"Don't you mean girls?" Jace corrected.
"People who sit down to pee, give us our freaking trunks!" Dylan tried again. Melee frowned and shook her head.
"It would've been so less awkward if he would've just said girls," Alex sighed. Melee pushed the bag out the door.
"Finally!" Ice cheered. We heard them hurry to the men's bathroom.
"Ok...Alex we're coating you in sunscreen," Ebony stated as she pulled out one of those spray cans of sunscreen. I guess you could call Ebony the leader of our Girl Tribe. Ice even called us Amazons.
"This stuff is sticky," Alex whined. Flair spun in circles as Ebony sprayed her down.
"Melee!" Ebony called, fishing Melee out of the bathroom stall she was hiding in.
"I don't want to be..." Melee protested. Ebony didn't take any crap, she just simply coated Melee in a thick sheet of 70spf.
"Ok! Are we ready to go?" I asked.
"Yup," Ebony smiled, spraying her own arms. I didn't need it. I had somewhat of a tan. Now I don't know if it's real or just dirt, but it still looks like a tan.
We rushed out of the restrooms, after we threw on our street clothes over our bathing suits, because apparently running through public streets with our wings showing wouldn't be wise.
Finally we made it to the beach.
•
Kale's P.O.V.
•
We beat the girls to the beach. Storm immediately dove in, moving and contorting the water with him. Jace ever so slowly eased in, claiming that Ice made the water cold. Ice only rolled his eyes and held Jester under. I jumped in and smiled.
"Bird bomb!" Dylan cried as he took off into the air and quickly tucked in his wings. He did a bellyflop, causing us a to suck in a sharp breath.
"That looked painful," Jace grimaced.
All we heard was Dylan groan.
"Alright, twerp, would you rather be held under longer or be fed to sharks?" Ice asked, pulling Jes up.
"Would you rather always have Cheeto dust on your fingers or not know the difference between a baby and a muffin?" Jester shot back, confusing Ice.
"There's a difference?!" I joked.
Jace laughed and then he spotted Dylan crawling up on the beach...and laughed harder.
"Hurts...so bad," Dylan croaked as he rolled over onto his back. His whole front was a bright pink.
"What did you call that move?" Jace asked.
"Flabby bird?" Ice snickered.
"Shut up!" Dylan rolled his eyes and turned on the tiny portable radio we stole. Yes, we're thieves, and we are pretty good at it too, just sayin'.
"Oh my gosh," Jace smiled as Low, by Flo Rida, came on. I did a face palm.
"Shawty had them…" Dylan began.
"Apple Bottom jeans," Jace and Ice continued.
Jes sang backup, yelling "Jeans!"
"Boots with the fur..." Jace.
"With ith the fur!" Jester.
"The whole club was lookin' at her," Ice.
She hit the flo'…" Jace.
"She hit the flo'!" Jes.
"Next thing you know, Shawty got low low low low, low low low low," they all three sang together.
Dylan jumped up and started dancing like the goofball he was at heart.
I was to busy laughing to sing. Seeing Dylan dance threw me over the edge, but when Storm jumped up and joined in I had to hold my sides in fear that they might split.
"Oh gosh…" I heard Melee say. Our heads whipped up to see the girls coming. And it was like they were a possy, an extremely hot possy, coming to storm the beach. Dylan dropped back down to the radio and skimmed through stations before he found a song that he thought fit. Cherry Pie by Warrant came on. Dylan grinned, obviously proud of his work.
*Dirty, rotten, filthy, stinkin'*
The girls stepped forward and it was like everything was in slow motion. The ocean breeze blew back Gwen's hair.
*She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise
Taste so good make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie, yeah*
The girls pulled off their shirts and shed their pants.
*Woaw*
They kicked off their flip flips and took off their shoplifted sunglasses.
I don't really remember what happened the rest of the song, because we all got screamed at for practically drooling. Ice acted like a kid in a candy shop. Jace had that look that said 'I just fell from heaven'. Storm...lets just say Storm screamed "Yum!" after a whistle. Me? Oh I didn't think my heart could take much more. Seeing Gwen in a bikini made my mouth all dry and I was thinking that I was so lucky that we came to Miami. Lucky like finding an onion ring in your french fries.
Gwen got in and swam over. I was practically shaking.
"I hate this thing," she said, sinking lower in the water.
"I don't!" I screamed. She glared at me. "I mean, uh…you look good in it. And um…" Covering it up wasn't helping.
"Ow!" Ice shrieked. All heads whipped his way. Flair had slapped him.
"You are such a perv!" She snapped.
"What?! What did I do wrong?" Ice stammered. Flair pulled out a dollar bill from the waistline of her tankini bottoms.
"THIS! This is wrong!"
Ice only grinned a little and shrugged sheepishly.
"Ugh! You're impossible!" Flair growled, turning around and crossing her arms.
Jace stifled a laugh. Ice glared at him.
"Dunk her," Storm whispered to Ice.
Next thing I knew, Flair was underwater and Ice wasn't gonna let her up anytime soon.
"DUDE I WAS JOKING!" Storm yelled. Ice turned pale and let Flair up. She looked like she returned from heck. The look in her eyes sent shivers down my spine. Her hair was flat and sticking to her. She gave Ice a look of death.
"You're DEAD!" And with that Flair was on top of Ice and she was forcing him under.
"Go Flair!" The girls screamed.
"Swim Ice, swim!" We boys cried.
Guess who won. Always the chick. Always.
Well, now we're sitting on the beach watching Jester being smacked in the face by waves and Melee watching over him protectively.
"SALT. IN. MY. EYES!" Jester yelped. Melee made, I mean literally with her telekinesis, another wave smack him. Ok I never said Melee was a good babysitter…
Storm was having fun with the water, too. Every once in a while he'd swipe his hand back and forth and cause a giant wave.
I was currently searching for seashells. Alex and Ebony were having a beach-ball competition where they continuously spiked it at each other seeing who would drop it first. Jace and Storm were enjoying that. Flair and Ice were building a sand castle, or it was more like getting Flair to bend over so Ice could get an eye full.
Anyway…Dylan decided to stand up and he clapped his hands together, signaling that he was about to make an announcement.
"I'm going back to the water! Who's with me?" He smiled. Everyone rolled their eyes.
"ME!" I held my hand up, "and Gwen is too."
"What? No," Gwen shook her head.
"Yes!" I grinned as I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder.
"Kale! Put me down!" She ordered as she kicked her legs.
"Nope," I said, popping the 'p'.
"Kale!"
"Gwen!"
She huffed and crossed her arms. That's when I tossed her. She landed with a splash in the deep blue water.
"Yay!" Jester cheered, glad someone came out to play with him.
"You're a real jerk," Gwen pouted, floating and letting the waves carry her up and down.
I rolled my eyes and swam over, humming the Jaws theme song.
"Are there sharks in here, Kale?" Jes asked, latching onto my arm.
"Maybe…" I shrugged. Jes looked up at me with big, purple, petrified eyes.
"Of coarse not!" Gwen said, shooting me a glare.
Just then a dorsal fin popped up.
"SHARK!" Jes and I screamed at the same time. We both hurried to shore, gasping for air.
The whole group shot to their feet and rushed to where the tide stopped.
I heard Gwen burst into laughter.
"Guys! It's just a dolphin!" She called, pointing over her shoulder at a jumping dolphin. We all sighed in relief. Melee and Gwen shared some chuckles and cackles before they swam in.
"Don't tell me Big Strong Kale, is afraid of a little dolphin!"
I blushed in embarrassment. We all went back to swimming.
•
-3 hours later-
•
Three hours. Yep. We've been on the beach for three hours and the sun is starting to set. Jace fell asleep and we are currently burying him. Some sand went up his nose, but we are a pretty sure he's still breathing. Dylan is laying in the wet sand, letting the tide wash over him. He's burned a little and I think that for some reason he's remembering Max.
Oh joy.
He just lays there, staring up at the darkening sky. The pinks and oranges swirled overhead. I walked over and sat down beside my somewhat brother.
"Are you ok?" Wow, that was the three whimpy words I came up with?
"Yah," he said bluntly.
"You don't look ok."
"I'm fine."
"Liar."
"Ok, fine! So I might be a little…"
"Depressed?"
"I guess that's the word."
"I'm sorry…" I frowned.
"Sorry?" He raised an eyebrow.
"That this happened to you, I mean."
"Oh, right…"
"I'm sorry," he said, surprising me.
"Why?"
"Because I know to you and Gwen I used to be some big, important guy who was responsible, and nice, and not love sick. Now I'm just some loser…"
"That's true," I nodded. Dylan looked hurt. Man I suck with words. I tried again. "But! You aren't that bad."
"I feel ten times better, thank you Kale," Dylan said flatly and sarcastically.
"Well...you're just...different now. I mean, I still see characteristics from the original Dylan in you. Like that dance, and your stuck up smile, and the way you always fuss over your hair. Gosh, that used to really annoy me. I mean you took like a hour before school or before a game just to get ready!…"
"Kale."
"Sorry, what I'm trying to say is…I don't think you can live without Max. That's the way you were over your last girlfriend… You aren't going to be able to forget her, Dyl."
"What am I supposed to do?! Walk around like everything's peachy and act like I don't want to strangle Fang?!"
"Yes."
Dylan gawked at me. "I don't think I can do that."
"What's the real reason you drank…?" I asked, referring to the whole McDonalds incident.
He gulped.
"Come on, Dylan!" I urged
"I thought it would make me forget…"
"Mhm…why did you drink the second time?" Yes, Dylan is an alcoholic now, I think. You can always smell it on his breath and I followed him once to a bar.
He sat up and gave me a look like I wasn't supposed to know his deep, dark secret. Ok, so I might be stupid, but that doesn't mean I can't look out for my brother's clone!
"It made me forget."
"Dylan, your an idiot! Do you even effing know what that can do to you?!" I growled, my voice rising.
"That's just the thing…I don't care what it will do to me," he whispered. I was silent for a moment.
"I just want this to end. Every day is torture…" he continued. He started to tear up.
"Dylan, you have to stop this," I said, my volume lowering.
"It's not that easy, Kale! I love the drinks. They take me out of my memories and worries for a short time and make me feel normal again. They push my feelings for Max out of my thoughts and leave me feeling as light as air."
"You're killing yourself."
"So what I if am? No one cares…"
This made me snap.
"NO ONE CARES?! Dylan you freaking have a whole group of people who depend on you! You are our leader, Dylan! Do what leaders do and suck it up and put on a brave face and take care of us!" I screamed.
"You all are better off without me."
I wanted to deck him so bad right now. I think I'm starting to get Max's explanation of Dylan. The annoying part is starting to kick in.
"Stop rolling around in self pity! Gosh, your like a four year old girl for goodness sake!"
"Did you just tell me to man up?"
"You better believe it!"
Dylan sat there for a minuet, running his hands through the sand.
"Ok," he mumbled.
"Ok what?"
"I'll man up and be the leader you all need."
"Hallelujah!" I rolled my eyes and jumped up on my feet. He followed, and we walked back to the group in silence...well almost.
"Hey Dyl?" I glanced over at him. He was staring at the ground and walking briskly with his hands crammed in his pockets.
"Yah?"
"Do you…do you have a problem with Gwen. I mean...you know, us being together?" I asked. If he said yes then I could so see this turning into one of those cheesy, cliche, Romeo and Juliet romances and if that happened I think I'd jump off a bridge with my wings tucked in.
"No. Not really. I mean, I can't be all 'big brotherly' over you, considering I'm not technically older than you...or your brother," Dylan shrugged.
"Oh my gosh," I breathed.
"What?" Dylan asked, looking up.
"I'm not good at math...but I think I'm your older brother now," I said.
"That's creepy," Dylan laughed, "and at the same time a little scary."
"WHAT IN SAMS DICKENS?!" Jace cried as he jerked up, sand falling everywhere.
Yep...this is life, my life.
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