Fun in the Sun

Riley and Jessica are best friends who live at the beach. Riley had just moved here, about a year ago. Jessica had no friends, then. She was bullied, and Riley stuck up for her. The two have been best friends ever since. Now, seventeen, senior year, they are planning to have the best summer ever, talking about boys, surfing, partying, and trying to help each other win the boys of their dreams. Oh, and did I mention? They're mermaids.


3. Shopping

"Ladies!" The cop said. "You know the rules, right? No one is allowed on the beach after 11:00."
"We're sorry, Officer, we'll pay the $10 fine," Jessica said.
We walked to our spot where our stuff was still laid out and grabbed $10 each to pay the man.
We packed up our stuff and left, parting ways.
When I got home, I crashed into bed, still in my bikini. Even if I wanted to change out of it, I had nothing to change into for bed. I have no pj's, my mom thinks I should sleep nude, which I find disgusting.
The next morning, I woke up, stretched, and walked to my closet to find something to wear. One problem: my closet was empty.
"Mom!" I yelled.
"Where are my clothes?!"
"Trashed! We need to buy you new ones!"
I walked down stairs, snatched my cover-up shorts and yanked them on, then walked to the kitchen, where my mom was cooking waffles.
"Why would you throw them away?!" I shrieked.
"Because! School's over, for you, for good until college, and this summer we need to buy you super-sexy clothes, and your other ones were SO out of style."
I groaned. "Mo-om!"
"The only thing of yours I kept was your skimpy bikini, now that is a keeper!"
I felt sick. "Mom!"
"And we'll be getting you spaghetti-strap tank tops, short shorts, skimpy dresses, oh what fun!"
I wanted to barf in the trash can.
"What about t-shirts, athletic shorts, and nice, pretty sundresses?" I asked.
"No such things!" My mom chided. "No come on, eat your waffles and let's go! And I kept one tank top for you to wear today, by the way."
I sighed and did as I was told.
A half an hour later, we were in the mall.
"C'mon, let's go into Strawberry," my mom urged. I groaned. During the summer Strawberry has the skimpiest clothes I've ever seen in my life. There was an outfit on display with jean shorts, a braided belt, and the lowest cut tank top I'd ever seen!
"Oo! Let's try that on!" My mom said, dragging me into the store.
She pulled the different pieces of clothing off the racks and shoved them in my face. I tried them on and faced the mirror, appalled. The top of the tank top was cut freakishly low. I'm not exaggerating when I say that the top literally stopped not even a centimeter above my nipple. I walked out of the changing room and muttered, "I hate you."
My mom beamed at me and said, "I love you too! That looks amazing on you, Riles, let's get it."
"Let's not," I groaned.
"Why? What's wrong with it?"
"It's too low! THAT'S WHAT'S WRONG WITH IT!" I screamed.
"I think it's perfect. C'mon, try these on, I found them while you were changing."
I looked at them. One was a v-neck strapless dress and the v-neck reached very far, and the top of the V was very wide. The bottom barely covered my butt when I sat down. It made me feel sick just looking at it. Then there was a skirt, and it didn't even reach half way to my mid-thigh. Another item was a pair of jean shorts, which didn't even cover half my butt in the back, and in the front they were super duper low. 
My mom of course loved all of them, and it turned out she actually hadn't thrown away my clothes, so I would still have t-shirts, but she made me swear to tie them up exposing at least one inch above my belly button, which I gladly agreed to.
I got home and passed out on my bed, I was so tired, and it was 10:00 at night anyway. The next morning I found all of my old clothes, which were exactly where my mom had said they'd be. I found an old t-shirt and tied it up, rolled up the sleeves, and tied them so they wouldn't come unrolled. Then I slipped on the pair of shorts my mom had bought for me yesterday, because I knew all of my other shorts were pretty bad too. After tying my hair up in a messy bun, I walked down stairs.
My mother observed me carefully. Finally she said, "Beautiful. But are you wearing a bra?"
I nodded.
"Don't tie them with the straps. Let them show."
I sighed and untied the string on each sleeve, then pulled the string under the fabric between the neck and the rolled-up sleeve, leaving the bra strap out of it. After doing the same with the other sleeve, my mom nodded in satisfaction. Since the string pulled the neck line over, my bra straps showed where they normally wouldn't.
I sighed and ran outside, calling Artemis, my dog. See, since my family is Greek, (a huge reason I love the Percy Jackson books) we worship the Greek gods, here in California. We gave Artemis (Greek goddess of hunting) the honor of having a family pet named after her. Jackson's hamster's name is Zeus.
"Artemis! Here, girl!" My adorable little puppy peered from around the wall of my house and cocked her head.
"C'mere, girl!" I called.
Finally she came and I hooked her leash on her collar, we are now heading out for a walk.
I walked down the street, towards the beginning of our neighborhood.
After a few minutes, I saw Ryan out in front of his house, cleaning his car. Shirtless and sweaty, mmm.. I was suddenly happy I wore the shorts my mom had bought me yesterday.
Ryan saw me and waved. When I reached his driveway, he came out and fell along step beside me. "Hey, Riles. Walking the dog?"
"Yeah," I smiled.
"So, the party's going to be tomorrow night, from 9:00 pm to 3:00 am," Ryan said. "Can you make it?"
"Yeah! But, isn't the beach closed at 11:00?" I asked.
"Yeah, but we're an exception. We're having a party," Ryan said, as if it cleared it up. "And of course, it helps that my dad is one of the cops in charge of the beach."
Ah, now THAT explains it.
"My mom is the money-maker, which is why we can afford our house."
"Yeah, that's my dad," I said. "He's always working."
"Yeah... Well, I'll see you tomorrow."
He turned around and went back to washing his car, but not before looking back at me and smiling.
I waved, and then he was gone.

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