Juliana P.O.V
“Mmmm too bright,” I woke up the blinding light invading my sleepy eyes “It’s Saturday. Sleep time, bye bye,” I turned around, but apparently the Nazi in the room didn’t like the idea of me resting peacefully once more.
“Nope. It may be Saturday, but we have some shopping to do,” A familiar voice nagged to me while ripping my covers off, leaving my body feel bare. I sat up momentarily to retrieve the covers, but my best friend had them in her hands and she wasn’t planning on giving them back.
I evaluated Crystals outfit, seeing it was a loose purple shirt and a black skirt. It was one of her clothes shopping outfits. Ugh.
“THEIF! THEIF! CALL THE POLICE!” I jokingly scream as loud as my tired lungs could muster.
“Come on sleepy head, you’re not getting out of this and you know it,” She was right, she’s always right. When it comes to Crystal, the stubborn headed Crystal, you don’t argue with her, because that’s a fight for a losing battle.
“And why am I agreeing to go shopping during valuable sleeping time?” I asked, while grudgingly getting up from my heavenly bed to look for a loose outfit.
“We’re going to the beach tomorrow!”
“When did I agree to this?”
“You’ve lived in California your whole life, and you’ve been to the beach barely a handful of times. Sweetheart, you have no choice, and let’s not forget the fact that I was forced to go to three parties all alone,” Suddenly her piercing blue eyes began to look glassy and her big pink lips began to quiver. The puppy dog look that I never learned to resist.
“Fine!” I threw my hands up in defeat, even though she had won the second she asked the question. She was right, it had been forever since I got to enjoy living in such a warm place that has the sun shining almost every day. The only pale people were the ones who had just moved here, or came to California for vacation. Everyone else, including yours truly, was a light golden brown.
“Yay!”
“But why do we have to go shopping for more swim wear when I already own several options?” She made her way to my pool drawer, and lightly pulled it open.
“Let’s look at our ‘several options’ shall we?” Her dainty fingers pulled out the top number in the wooden shelf. “A blue, not sexy or revealing one piece that screams ‘I’m a child!’” The next swimsuit wasn’t any better. “Oh, look at this one. I remember the last time you wore this. How long ago was that?” She asked rhetorically. “Were you four or five years old?”
“Alright! Alright! I’ve seen enough. I understand your point,”
“Thank you!” Her grin was ear to ear as she made her way to my door.
“We will just quickly get another one piece and leave, 5 minutes tops,” Her head spun around so fast, I was surprised she didn’t get whiplash.
“Excuse me! With a body like yours, it would be a waste to wear some non-revealing one piece. A bikini is the way to go, but not a slutty one. Definitely not because slutty isn’t you style. You would look good in blue or maybe…”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, who said I agreed to this? You know I don’t do well with sexy clothing. Especially when it comes to swimwear. No! I refuse! Maybe a one piece that shows a little skin. A little, but that’s all you’re getting,” The frown prominent on her face told me that she was not happy at all. I have always been self-conscious of my body. Everyone always tell me I have a great figure, but I just don’t see it. With my skinny form, and medium size body parts, I’m average, and to me that’s nothing to call home about. If I do have something to show off, I’m not starting now no matter how much Crystal whines.
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