(6) Getting LIT LITerally

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Part of me says going up north with my new best friend and her entire squad was a good idea. The other part is stabbing the first part in the face with my new stilettos I managed to forget at home. Not a pretty sight.

"Lex, you ready yet?" Elle calls from inside the bathroom.

"Uhm, well, about that." I call back before running a hand through my hair. Currently, I am sitting on the small bed in our room looking through the bag of stuff I packed. At the time, I thought I had packed way to much shit. Looking through it now, I realized just how much more shit I actually need, than the amount I currently have.

Elle walks out of the bathroom. She looks flawless, her tanned skin complimented well with a short bohemian dress and black wedges. Meanwhile I sit, legs crossed on the bed, procrastinating life.

Damn, just realized how many people would've commented "same" if I was a famous internet blogger or something. I should really get on that.

"Okay, well the place we're going is reserved so it'll only be us there. There's a pool, so you need a swimsuit obviously, and there-"

"Wait how do you even afford all of this?" I question.

"Well," She continues, "Mase pays. His dad is totally loaded."

I nod. Okay well now at least I know where he gets all the narcississticness from. Stupid kid. He needs a cranious rectosis. He probably could pay for it too, with all his wealth. And you? Well. You need a dictionary to keep up with my extensive vocabulary.

I'm sure if you talked to Mason, you could scrounge up some cash as quick as a flick of the hair and a flirtatious grin in his direction.

The funny thing is, that wasn't meant to be a joke.

I look down towards the bed. Elle has now thrown various combinations of clothing onto it.

"Try them on."

And with those three words, I spend the next half hour complying to her demand.

-

An hour of hell a.k.a hair and makeup later, I'm declared ready.

My outfit which was thankfully not selected by me, consists of a plain black bikini top and bottom, covered by a teal sundress and gold sunglasses and flip flops. Classy if I do say so myself.

"Eyyyyyyyy damn girl!" Parker walks in with a smirk. Elle rolls her eyes at him.

I stifle a chuckle. How I thought they were a couple, at one point, before I knew they were siblings, I have no clue.

Elle sighs, before walking to the bathroom.

"So," Parker grins at me as he plops cross legged on my bed, "You excited for tonight?"

"What would be tonight?"

"A campfire with us of course." He chuckles.

"Elle!" I practically scream.

She cracks the door open before turning back to the mirror and applying yet another coat of lip gloss, "Yes?"

"I sacrificed a solid hour and a half and conformed to wearing this frilly dress looking thing for a campfire, with your better half, a flirty fuckboy, and a guy who looks like he wants to kill the living hell out of me?"

"Why yes, and you look nice." She grins before closing the door again.

I fall back onto the bed groaning. Only I don't land on the soft pillow I was expecting. My head smashed into a rock hard chest. I open my eyes and look up.

"Hey Lex?" Parker smiles cheekily down at me.

"Hm?"

"It was worth it. You look cute." He smirks.

I grin, before groaning again.

He slides my head from its current position to the pillow, and gets up walking towards the door, winking at me before exciting. I shake my head in reply. Some people never change.

-

Isn't it funny how we spend life preparing? It's a whole lifetime leading up to something. But what? As kids we spend so much time learning to stack blocks, but what if we were to become an artist? As teens we spend so much of our greatest years sitting in classrooms learning stupid ass things like quadratic formulas that we will never use in our lifetime. People spend so much money on engagements and weddings, but in the end most get divorced anyways. What's the point? We prepare and prepare but for what? Death? That's the end, that is the one way we all will go. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but someday. So ask me then, dying on my bed what the quadratic formula is. And I probably couldn't be bothered to tell you that it is in fact plus or negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus four a c all over two a.

Take me, sitting here all frilled out for a small campfire with friends. Some, including me, say what's the point?

I guess, the thing is, spending all that time in elementary and highschool, and life as well is good preparation. Not in context, of course, but the symbolism is relevant. Parabolas are stupid until you realize that they are life. You are born, you rise, you decrease, and then you die. And you're nothing but an endless line on a graph, a continued arrow into wherever you'll end up. I, for one, hope it's a good place.

Sighing, I fidget with the strap on my shoes one more time, before walking outside to the fire. Instantly my face lights up. The scene is unreal. The fire is beautiful and the golden orange sparks fly up everywhere, illuminating the night into a sea of many colours. My friends, however, are unexplainable. I grin.

In front of me, Mason and Parker fight over the loveseat chair.

"C'mon man, maybe if you weren't such a fatass, we could both fit!" Mason huffs at him.

"Why, thank you." Parker accepts the insult, "I squat."

"Wasn't meant to be a compliment." Mason grumbles.

Elle laughs, and Jared has a clearly amused look on his face as we all sit in the single chairs, watching them argue.

Who knew two dumb shitheads could provide such wonderful entertainment?

I for one, did not know.

"I'll move then." Mason finally gives up and retreats over to our group. He walks behind me, silently. Next thing I know, I'm being lifted like I'm weightless, and suddenly seated on his lap.

I turn around, glaring at him, "Actually, I think I'm going to sit by Parker." I announce, before getting up and walked around the fire and sitting probably closer than necessary to Parker.

"Damn, she told you!" Jared whoops, earning a celebratory round of high fives from Elle.

Parker leans closer, until his lips are millimeters from my ear, "Hey there babygirl."

I chuckle and try not to let the bursting fit of laughter escape me.

Mason shoots glares at me from across the fire as Jared and Parker casually exchange jokes, probably with dirty innuendos behind them. Elle rolls her eyes, and I yawn.

The sky's darkened now, there's almost no sunset. It's a black night, the slivered crescent of the pale moon lightly casting shadows on the smooth waves.

I shiver slightly and Parker leans in closer to me.

I smirk in Mason's direction, earning guess what? Sí, another glare.

Shocker.

"Let's do something, I'm bored." Elle complains.

"Like what?" I cross one leg over the other and twist my bracelet from around my wrist.

"Never have I ever." Jared grins, "I'll be back."

Five minutes later, he's returned with some very strong looking liquid, which is surely alcohol in some way, shape, or form.

Mason laughs, "This'll be great." He sends a grin in my direction, "Lightweight."

I simply smirk. We'll see about that, Boxer Boy.

You may have narcississticness on your side, however, you've never seen AIA.

(Alexis in Action...duh.)

"Alright I'll go first. Never have I ever..kissed a guy." Jared smirks and drinks.

Mason and Parker drink too, so that's a relief.

Elle chuckles, before looking at me. "So childlike."

I laugh, hoping it sounds fairly true. My hands go back to my hair, playing with it and braiding little pieces, like I always do when I'm lying or nervous about something. My mother always used to tell me to stop fidgeting through life.

Thankfully, I guess I'm believed, because they move on and Elle goes, "Never have I ever hit on someone of my same gender while drunk and confused."

No one drinks.

That is until Mason shoots Parker a look.

Parker solemnly gulps a huge gulp of the liquid.

I burst out laughing, "Parker!"

He laughs, "It was after junior prom and everyone was completely wasted and I thought Mason was my date."

Mason smirks, "And that's the story of my first friends with benef-"

"OKAY, I wasn't that drunk, fucktard!" Parker laughs, cutting him off.

Jared laughs, "That whole night was a blur."

Elle bites her lip.

I look around, past the warm fire to the even warmer faces of people I can now call, friends.

More confessions are revealed, and we don't get inside until nearly one in the morning.

I yawn into the bathroom mirror, as I yank my hair out of the messy bun I'd resorted to doing. It tumbles in waves down my shoulders and I yawn again.

Ten minutes later, I nearly collapse into bed. Why do I ever leave my couch and Netflix, honestly.

Five minutes pass, then ten, then twenty, and sleep doesn't come.

When it feels like my eyes have been closed for an eternity and still no sleep, I open them and sit up, careful to be quiet. I swing one leg over the bed, then the other, and I slide them into my woolen grey slippers. I walk to the door, careful not to let it bang shut behind me. Outside, the night is beautiful still. I walk, slowly out onto the dock overlooking the water. Next thing I know, I'm sitting at the edge, dangling my feet and swaying them gently in the midnight water. My sweatshirt bags around my loose shorts I wear to bed, and my hair falls down my back, still wavy. I chuckle, remembering the events of tonight.

"Is something funny babygirl?"

I whip my head around, only to see Parker, casually leaning on one foot against the pontoon next to the dock.

"Parker! You scared me." I chuckle, "Why are you out here so late?"

"Insomnia. I usually come out here whenever we're up at this place."

I bite my lip, "So I guess you're pretty familiar with it then. I didn't know I was like a, I don't know, place invader or something." I stand up and my sweatshirt falls lower. Oh god, it probably looks like I decided to go totally commando, but with no shorts either, "I'll go find somewhere else."

"Actually, I'd like it if you stayed. If you want, I mean. I kind of enjoy the company." And then he smiles at me. An honest to god smile.

His smile could be an Tumblr rare meme appearing only every 100,000 memes. Better reblog it now.

He sits down at the edge again, and pulls me down with him, "Did you know, you're pretty awesome?"

I blush, not bothering to conceal it, since it's dark anyways.

"For real, Lex, you're great. I'm glad you're friends with my sister."

"I'm friends with the both of you, silly." I chuckle.

"Wow, one twin didn't scare you off, you gotta go chasing the other one too?" He smirks.

I grin, "Who says I'm the one chasing? The way I see it, I'm being chased."

He smiles, "And maybe you're right."

I smile back at him, and suddenly he's leaning in close. Too close, close enough to gently brush his lips against mine. Not a kiss, exactly, but an initiated one.

And in that moment, instead of thinking about how awesome Parker is, and the fracking elephants (screw butterflies) in my stomach, I think about how little I know him. And I pull away, slowly.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, "It's just, I barely know you."

"It's not like you haven't done it before." He bites his lip.

I raise an eyebrow, "I barely know you and suddenly you think I've kissed you in some past life?"

"At the club." He coughs lightly.

Now I'm the one biting my lip, and fidgeting with the sleeve of my sweatshirt, "I kissed a random guy. Or I thought so, at least."

"What in hell are you talking about?" Parker chuckles.

"I was drunk. Completely wasted, and it was Mason, okay." I cover my face with my hands, "He doesn't know. That it was him, I mean."

"How do you know it was him?"

"I kissed him. And after I asked his name. He said it was Mason, and it's definitely the same old Mason."

"He said his name was Mason, or that was the name you wanted to hear?"

With that question, I feel a sudden loss of heat on my shoulder, and Parker is walking away. Back up the trail to the cabin. Away from me.

-

Wow so I updated part five bc I went from 300 to 800 views so quickly and since I uploaded it about six days ago, the books gotten up to 3.4k! I love that so many people are reading and voting. Voting and comments make me so happy. So does posting on my message board. ❤️

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