In other news, I flashed today. That's right, flash fiction!
“You know, they invented a word for guys like him.”
“Yeah, a few words,” Carmy said. 'Hot,' 'chiseled,' even 'dreamy' came to mind. It showed how good a guy looked if she was using kitschy words like dreamy. She exhaled long and slow before biting the rubber mouthpiece of her snorkel.
“And I don’t like the way he’s looking at you.”
This was enough to bring her focus back to Justin. She yanked out the snorkel. “Since when do you care the way a guy looks at me? All you and Ricky care about is football practice and playing Madden.”
“Since… never. It isn’t you, I just hate when guys look at girls like that. In general.” Justin glanced at her as he swished spit and ocean water around in his snorkel mask.
Was there something wrong with the plastic lens of her mask? A wave lapped up, gentle as it poured over her legs, and for a second she thought she read something in his dark, spike-lashed gaze.
“Hello,” a voice said.
Carmy blinked up. Mr. Dreamy was standing right beside her, casting a shadow over Justin.
“Hey,” she said. Rock-hard body alert! Water droplets clung to the guy, each one an invitation to keep staring.
“I am Miguel,” he said, offering his hand.
Carmy took it and stood. “I’m Carmy,” she said. Stop staring, she told herself. And lifting her mask might be good. She smiled big. “It’s Carmen, actually.”
Justin stood up, too. “Come on, Carmy,” he said. “Your parents are waving us over.”
“No they aren’t--”
“Who is this?” Miguel asked.
Carmy unclenched her teeth. “My parents let me and my brother each bring a friend for vacay.” She glared at Justin and added, “This is just Justin. And he was just leaving.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“What’s that supposed to--”
But he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up so close she lost her breath. His lips were close enough to hers that she felt his breath as he asked, “What do you think it means?”
I have the kids home all week long, so forgive any frazzled posts. Happy Monday everyone! :)