Stacy Rowe couldn't stop herself from staring at the alluringly confident Quinn Morgendorffer on the hot pink towel with a smiling sun with black dots for eyes that they currently shared since Quinn had forgotten hers.
The two girls were with Tiffany Blum-Deckler and Sandi Griffin at the beach, Stacy's cheeks burned red with a sheepish smile, watching Quinn who laid on her flat, somewhat pale and gloriously tan stomach. She wore a purple bikini, Stacy wore a light blue one that couldn't even compare to Quinn's. The way it fit her slim body, the purple bikini straps stayed simply just right over her perfect shoulders.
Quinn had the most beautiful doe brown eyes that sparkled in the scorching sunlight of Lawndale.
Quinn wore a blissful smile with those pink glossed lips of hers, lips that would drop into a irritated pout when only 2 guys asked her out. The same lips in which let out the cutest chortle.
Quinn has long, red hair that went almost down to her elbows. She had bouncy hair, pretty bouncy hair that smelled like strawberry shampoo. Bangs went across her forehead, but never managed to cover her eyes. Her hair was combed in a elegant way, the way Quinn let it down like Rapunzel.
Stacy's existence nearly always was tied to Quinn and her perception of the braided girl.
"Hey Stacy," Quinn spoke up, turning her head.
"Yes Quinn?" Stacy responded, her heart pounding anxiously.
"Wanna dip our feet in the water?"
"Oh, um, sure! That sounds great, Quinn."
Quinn rose from the towel, moving her red locks out of her face in slow motion. Well, for the sake of Stacy Rowe, she supposedly did so in Stacy's imagination.
The duo sat at the edge of the beach, dipping their toes in the cold water delicately. They looked at each other with soft smiles. Quinn proceeded to subconsciously place her hand over Stacy's.
"Eep!" Stacy squeaked, her cheeks tinted pink once again.
"Gee Quinn, how rude of you to not invite us to dip our toes into the water. Maybe certain people have closer bonds than what meets the eye." Sandi said, looking down at them, hands on her hips.
"I don't want my feet to get wet..." Tiffany droned.
"Sandi, we're just hanging out. And I don't think Tiffany wants her feet to get all wet." Quinn shrugged, a stern look on her face.
"Fine. Tiffany, dear, we should go on now and get some ice cream." Sandi pointed at the truck.
"Mmm... mint's my favorite..."
Sandi and Tiffany walked off.
Suddenly a burst of water from an abrupt tide splashed Stacy and Quinn, the girls naturally beginning to start smiling and giggling.
"Oh, Quinn, that was so much fun! But now I-i'm shivering.." Stacy stammered through chattering teeth. Quinn walked over to the towel, wrapping it around Stacy as they embraced.
"Thanks."
Stacy was sure now about her feelings for Quinn. Definitely.
The two girls were with Tiffany Blum-Deckler and Sandi Griffin at the beach, Stacy's cheeks burned red with a sheepish smile, watching Quinn who laid on her flat, somewhat pale and gloriously tan stomach. She wore a purple bikini, Stacy wore a light blue one that couldn't even compare to Quinn's. The way it fit her slim body, the purple bikini straps stayed simply just right over her perfect shoulders.
Quinn had the most beautiful doe brown eyes that sparkled in the scorching sunlight of Lawndale.
Quinn wore a blissful smile with those pink glossed lips of hers, lips that would drop into a irritated pout when only 2 guys asked her out. The same lips in which let out the cutest chortle.
Quinn has long, red hair that went almost down to her elbows. She had bouncy hair, pretty bouncy hair that smelled like strawberry shampoo. Bangs went across her forehead, but never managed to cover her eyes. Her hair was combed in a elegant way, the way Quinn let it down like Rapunzel.
Stacy's existence nearly always was tied to Quinn and her perception of the braided girl.
"Hey Stacy," Quinn spoke up, turning her head.
"Yes Quinn?" Stacy responded, her heart pounding anxiously.
"Wanna dip our feet in the water?"
"Oh, um, sure! That sounds great, Quinn."
Quinn rose from the towel, moving her red locks out of her face in slow motion. Well, for the sake of Stacy Rowe, she supposedly did so in Stacy's imagination.
The duo sat at the edge of the beach, dipping their toes in the cold water delicately. They looked at each other with soft smiles. Quinn proceeded to subconsciously place her hand over Stacy's.
"Eep!" Stacy squeaked, her cheeks tinted pink once again.
"Gee Quinn, how rude of you to not invite us to dip our toes into the water. Maybe certain people have closer bonds than what meets the eye." Sandi said, looking down at them, hands on her hips.
"I don't want my feet to get wet..." Tiffany droned.
"Sandi, we're just hanging out. And I don't think Tiffany wants her feet to get all wet." Quinn shrugged, a stern look on her face.
"Fine. Tiffany, dear, we should go on now and get some ice cream." Sandi pointed at the truck.
"Mmm... mint's my favorite..."
Sandi and Tiffany walked off.
Suddenly a burst of water from an abrupt tide splashed Stacy and Quinn, the girls naturally beginning to start smiling and giggling.
"Oh, Quinn, that was so much fun! But now I-i'm shivering.." Stacy stammered through chattering teeth. Quinn walked over to the towel, wrapping it around Stacy as they embraced.
"Thanks."
Stacy was sure now about her feelings for Quinn. Definitely.