“What the fuckkk. What time is it? You know I don’t get up before noon.” I growled, my voice coated with sleep.

“It IS noon, smartass. Let’s go to the beach.”

“Five more minutes.” I mumbled, burying my head under my pillow.

“Noooo, wake up NOW.” She threw the blankets off my body, making me shiver, and got on top of me. “UP UP UP.” She screamed, bouncing up and down.

“Okay well MAYBE if I didn’t have a psycho RAPING ME I would be able to get up.” I screeched. She smiled, satisfied, and got off me. I opened my eyes tiredly and my breath caught in my throat at the sight in front of me. I rubbed the sleep from them, hoping it wasn’t my mind playing tricks on me.

Nope. Spencer Carlin was definitely standing in front of me, wearing a bikini. Her back was turned to me, giving me a nice view of her ass, and I gawped at her, almost hypnotized. She turned around and I quickly looked away, getting out of bed. “Ima go brush my teeth.” I said quickly, stumbling towards my bathroom.

Get a grip on yourself, Davies.

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We drove towards the beach, her hair flowing softly in the slow breeze coming through the windows. She was staring intently at the passing roads and had a serene look on her face. She caught me glancing at her and turned to me with that infectious smile on her face.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

“Haha no, I was just.. thinking.” I said, lamely using the same excuse I used last night.

“You do that a lot don’t you?” she laughed.

”You should know that by now.” I teased.

I pulled into the car lot by the shore and we got out, a towel in each of our hands.

“I’ll race you to the water.” She grinned.

“Oh you’re on!” I laughed as she got a head start.

She paused momentarily to strip off her shorts and t-shirt and leave them in a pile by the shore. I dropped my towel on her things and just ran after her, my clothes still on over my bathing suit.

I quickly caught up to her, and tackled her gently into the water, laughing as she fell on top of me.

My breath hitched again. Her face was so close to mine, her chest pressed against mine. What I would give to just kiss those plush lips, right there, at that moment. But no. Like the sarcastic Ashley Davies that I am, I smirked. “Get off me fatass.”

She just laughed and shook her head at me, rolling off of my body. As she slowly got up, she took the hair-tie out of her hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders, shaking the water from it. It was like a scene from a movie. I stared after her as she waded deeper in, her ass swaying as she walked.  

In case you haven’t noticed, I have the hots for Spencer Carlin. My best friend.