5A/N: This is just something I thought of today. I got a horrible sun burn on my back yesterday after spending the day at a water park. Anyways, enjoy! :D
I lay on my stomach, my bare back still slightly wet with the sticky aloe vera, in the back of my mom's SUV. My older sister snapped the bottle of soothing plant extract closed and retied the strings on my bikini, leaving them loose so they wouldn't rub against my bright pink back.
I watched as my little brother brooded in his seat in the second row, upset that we were leaving the beach. I sighed, and mentally scolded myself for not wearing sun block. For the past two and a half hours, we had been building an enormous sand castle on Daytona Beach and I had paid the price.
Once everyone was situated in the vehicle my mom started the car and drove us towards home. I sighed as I watched the beach disappear from my view. My sister turned the air on and a blast of frigid air hit me straight on the back. I whimpered quietly, it felt terrific and horrible at the same time. I slowly sat up, careful to keep my back off the leather seats and reached foreword turn the vents off of me.
I sat hunched forward in my seat and dragged my slouchy purse to me. I dug through the mess and found my favorite sun glasses. My mother looked up from the road into the rearview mirror and frowned. She hated them; she thought that they "ate my face." They were kind of big, but they kept the sun out of my eyes, plus I had seen far bigger ones.
I sat back against the seat and let out a yelp, immediately pulling my back away from the seat.
"What? What happened?" My mother asked, worried.
"My back touched the seat," I murmured, as I picked up the stuff that had fallen out of my purse, which I had kicked in my sudden pain. I shoved everything back in until I saw a brochure for the bed and breakfast we had stayed at. On it, written in almost unintelligible writing was a message from the owner's son that I had buddied up with during our two week stay.
Renee,
I'm really glad I got the chance to meet you. I really like you a lot, like, in a more than a friend way. I decided not to tell you, even though you probably already know, so I'm writing this and I've decided to stick it in your purse for you to find later... or never. You might just throw it away. I'm pretty sure you like me back, unless all those kisses were nothing. Anyways, if you are reading it, I wrote my number at the bottom so you can call me, you know, whenever. Plus there's only a two hour difference between Denver and Daytona. Anyways, give me a call if you'd like. Maybe you'll come back to Daytona one day. I hope so.
-James.
I ran a hand through my dark brown hair and sighed. I liked him, but I didn't like him. I saw him as nothing more than someone to pass the time with and that was it. The boy was sadly mistaken if he thought I would actually call him.
A day and a half later we finally got home. I practically flew from the car and hopped on the step waiting for my mom to come unlock the door so I could finally relax in the comfort of my room. A couple of hours and a restless nap later I was emptying my purse out of all the beach things I had stuff into it. And once again that stupid brochure popped up.
I frowned and stared at it. It was sitting there all innocent. I snatched my cell phone up and dialed the number. I sat there contemplating on whether I should press the green "call" button. Yes, I sat there for a good ten minutes. And then I decided. I snapped the phone shut and ripped the brochure in half and tossed into the trash can beside my bed.
I opened the phone again and dialed the number that was burned into my brain.
Ring.
James was just a guy who occupied me when I was bored.
Ring.
Nothing more.
Ring.
No one needed to know what happened between James and me.
Ri-
"Hello?"
"Hey baby!"
"You're back! Man, I've missed you so much." The familiar, deep voice soothed me.
"I've missed you, too."
"Did you have a fun time in Daytona? Do anything exciting?"
"Yeah, tons of funs stuff. I went to this bed and breakfast and the owner's son tried to get me to go out with him! Can you believe that? What. A. Geek."