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Brynn picked up her shirt and jeans from the driver's seat where she had left them, and pulled them on quickly. She was shaking like a chihuahua, droplets of the ocean still on her tan skin. After hyperventilating for about two full minutes, she turned to me expectantly. I handed her the car keys and her cellphone, which she had shoved into the pockets of my jeans before jumping into the water.
"Well?
I blinked. "What?"
"Where are we going now?" Her smile was so wide, I thought her face was going to break.
"Um... home?"
Her eyes lost the wildness in them as she turned on the ignition. "Oh... I just thought, never mind."
I placed a hand on her wet arm. "What's wrong?"
She sighed. "Nothing. I just..."
"Out with it!"
Her eyes met mine. "I just thought maybe you had another spontaneous idea in mind, Kizlyn. Like... like go run to the ice cream shop and order something we've never tried before, even if it makes us throw up. Or go climb a tree or something. I don't know."
I bit the inside of my cheek. My best friend couldn't possibly understand it if I told her who actually planned us going to the beach. I tied my hair into a messy knot on top of my head, and placed my hands back in the pockets of my hoodie, feeling the envelope all around.
Brynn began driving, the space between us smelling like green apples and watermelons, thanks to the car freshener she had placed underneath the mirror up front.
"You know what? It's fine. It's okay. 'Cause this was fun. Like, super fun. I'm glad we did this. Even though you should be home resting since you were just in the hospital...but, this was great." She stated, her eyes fixated on the road. Her smile was back in place and it made the guilt in my chest deepen.
If I could just tell her. I mean, it's Brynn. She was with me at the hospital, she has to understand. She'll understand. It's Brynn.
"Hey Brynn,"
Before I even finished saying her name, she had turned on the radio and put the volume all the way up.
"Brynn?"
I slowly lowered the volume, causing her to smack my hand away. "What are you doing?? This song's my shit!"
She continued singing the lyrics softly to herself. " 'It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was-' "
I turned the radio off. Which was followed by her screaming dramatically. "KIZLYN!!"
"I have to tell you something."
"Okay, what?"
I gulped, my fingers in my hoodie brushing the envelope as if it were a security blanket. I opened my mouth.
