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Date Posted:17:28:33 06/09/03 Mon
Hi, I'm Alicia, a.k.a. Lee, and I'm about to go on vacation in Panama City Beach, Florida. I bet you're thinking "Wicked!" But, not for me. I hate Florida! I can't go outside without burning, not too keen on swimming either. I'm not the biggest fan of sand, and I'm a little too scared to get in the ocean with the increase of shark attacks nowadays. So, I'm not really looking forward to this so called "vacation" we had planed. I'm probably not going to have any fun what so ever, and we're staying the whole three months of summer! How could they do this do me? I'm going to stay inside the hotel until we leave, that's what I'll do! Oh, I'm going to be so miserable, like every year....right?
"Lee, do you have everything packed?" My Mom yelled from downstairs. I didn't say anything. Maybe if I didn't talk, they'd forget about me, and end up leaving me there at the house by myself. Beats being bored at the beach all summer. "Lee? Do you hear me?" I could hear my Mom climbing the stairs. "Are you packed, Lee?" She pushed my door open, and stepped in. "Packed? Packed for what?" I asked. "Please forget, please forget!" I thought. "Funny, you're coming to Florida with us, and you're going to have fun! Trust me!" "Yeah, well, I wish I could have fun, but I hate it there, you know that. We go there every single year! Why can't we go some where not so hot or sandy?" "Like where?" My Mom asked, now looking slightly amused by my pleads to change the location of our vacationing spot. "Oh maybe...." I said sitting on my bed. "New York....Las Vegas.....England." I had been begging my Mom to let us go to England since I was 8. I would be turning 14 this summer, and haven't been to England yet. She never understood why I wanted to go somewhere rainy and cold like that. But, I thought it seemed quite cool. I loved the country, the accents, the clothes.... Anyway, the point is, I've never been. Every year we go somewhere different in Florida, how boring? Most of the time we would only stay a week or 2, but this year my mom's boyfriend planed it, and now I'm stuck for 3 months. He's such a loser! "Well....uh...no!" My Mom said turning to go out my door. "We're leaving tomorrow at 5:00 a.m. so, you need to be packed and in bed by 9:00 at least." "Oh would you like to come and tuck me in as well?" I asked sarcastically. Suddenly my mom's boyfriend snuck up behind her, and grabbed her around the waist. "I hope they both get sunburns!" I said to myself once they had left. I moved over to my chest-of-drawers, and pulled open a drawer. "Humm...blue jeans, blue jeans, and oh! Whudya know? More blue jeans." I said to myself dryly. I pulled out 3 or 4 pairs of jeans, and threw them on my bed. I went back and got more pants, shorts, and shirts. An hour later I was putting my now-packed-bags, at the foot of my bed. I went to my closet and pulled out a few hats to look at. "Uh! That's not right..." I was looking at an ugly bright green hat, with bright orange and dull gray Hawaiian flowers on it. "Forget that one!" I said tossing it into the back of my closet. After getting rid of quite a few rude hats, I finally took about 5 bucket hats out of my closet to pack. I tossed them into my pack-back lying on my bed, and set down beside it. "Let's see here....." I said, moving some stuff around in my bag. "Sunscreen SPF 2005; Check! Sunglasses; Check! Um...whatever the heck that thing is, check, check, check! I think I've got everything....." Suddenly my door pushed open. "Do you normally talk this much to yourself when you're alone, or is this a special occasion?" My sister, Tacia asked. "Well, funnily enough, it is a special occasion! You're going to have a 3 month vacation in sunny Florida, little sister free!" "First of all, that's not funny, you're coming, and second of all, I don't think "funnily"'s even a real word!" She said then walked out the door.
5:40 A.M. "I hate early mornings...." I was in the back-seat of our mini-van. "To be summer it's pretty freakin cold, ya know it?" I said to my Mom. She didn't answer....great. Me and my mom's boyfriend were the only one's awake. "Your mother doesn't like you to use that word." He said back to me. "Errrggg...." I growled to myself. I pulled out my CD player and pushed my sister's "Now 8" into it, and turned the volume up as loud as it would go. I quickly pushed it over to track 8. "Ah....Mandy Moore's "Crush"." I thought. "Not a big fan of hers, but I can relate....." I had a crush on my older brother's 16 year old friend.....he was my friend, too, I guess. My brother has a million cute friends, and I fell for him, odd how life works......
"12:00 P.M. still in the stupid van!" I said recording myself with my mini camcorder my dad had given me as an early birthday present, since he wouldn't get to see me, I missed him already!
"Michael's still asleep, Tacia's gettin down to her CD, and mom's trying to find something that by her definition "is a good radio station". Signing off from the boring world, and the state of Florida, your baby girl!" I turned the camera off and sat it down beside me. I was making a video documentary of my vacation. When we got home, I was gonna show it to my dad.
"What time is it?" Tacia whined as we pasted the forth McDonald's restaurant I had seen in 30 minutes. "It's 1:35 p.m., now shut up." I said. "Don't talk to your sister like that!" My Mom yelled at me. "Um..." I replied and slipped my headphones back on. You could say that I didn't really fit in with my family. Two years ago for my 12th birthday, my dad bought me blue hair dye. My Mom didn't want me to dye my hair, but she broke down when he older boyfriend broke up with her, and let me do it. Since then, I've just kept dying it blue. My dad's really cool. He doesn't care really how I act. Well, it's probably 'cos I act like him.... I don't mean to be a jerk to my family, it's just how I am.
2:07 p.m. "Finally! I thought we'd never get here!" Tacia exclaimed. "I bet you ten bucks that she'll say 'it seems like it takes so long to get down here, and so short to get back'." My brother Mikey whispered to me. "You know, it's funny, it seems like it takes longer to get here, then it does to get back." Tacia said. Mikey and I looked at each other and laughed. "Eug!" I said when I got out of the van. "You're the only person I get car sick riding with, Jeff." "Lee!" My mom looked at me like she could kill me. I smiled back at her. Okay, maybe I didn't need to be so hard on her boyfriends, but they were all such.... Oh what's the word? Losers?
"Why do we have to wait on a room? There's one on the sixth floor all ready?" I asked. We had gone to check in, and we were offered a room on the sixth floor that was ready or we could wait for the one on the first floor to be cleaned. We were talking about picking to the first floor room. "Because Jeff's uneasy about highest!" My mom said. "Well," I said spinning the post card rack in the lobby. "I don't know. It seems slightly stupid to waste time down here in the lobby waiting on a room, mind you; they said about an hours wait, when there's already a room and Jeff's only going to be sleeping in it. He'll be out on the beach the rest of the time." I turned back around to face my mom again. "Well....let me talk to Jeff, okay?" She said. "Yeah, ight." I said with the faintest hint of a smile. He wasn't gonna say yes, why should I have even bothered talking about it?
2:45 p.m. Jeff had actually given in, and said we should take the sixth floor room, but I think he was having second thoughts going up in the the elevator. "Ya know," I said putting my finger over the "emergency" button, touching it. "it would be kind'a funny if we got stuck in here, and the emergency button didn't work." I smiled at Tacia and Mikey. One of the things we had in common was making fun of out mom's boyfriends. "Yeah, and then it would start storming, and lightning would hit the elevator, and all the glass would brake, and send us falling to the ground." Tacia said. "And we'd have to go to the hospital and have all out limbs amputated!" Mikey added. Me and Tacia looked at Mikey. That was a little too extreme. We all three looked at Jeff, he gave a little nervous laugh. The elevator stopped, and Jeff got out as quickly as he could. My mom, then turned and looked at us still in the elevator. "Stop trying to scare him!" My mom said it to all of us, but it seemed like she was directing it at me. "We're just kidding around! Having some fun. What you told me to do this Summer, actually." I said to my mom. "Just come on. I'll talk to you about it later." She said walking out. The three of us looked at each other and laughed. We had gotten alot closer since our mom and dad got divorced about four years ago. I was ten, Mike was eleven, and Tacia was thirteen. It's kind'a weird; I feel really close to Tacia and Michael, but then again, I feel really distant from them....just different somehow.
"Well, this is our sixth floor suite." I said to the video as I was taping our hotel room. "Room number 741! This is either mine and Tacia's, or mom's or Mikey's...." "Or Jeff's." My mom said looking at the camera. "I pushed pause on it, and looked at my mom. "This has got to be a "G" rated video!" I said. "What? I didn't say anything bad!" My mom protested. "It's a video for DAD!" I said to her. "Very funny, Lee." She gave me another one of those looks, like she could kill me. She actually looked at me like that quite a lot....
"Well, it's 4:30 p.m. and this is the swimming pool on the front side of the hotel. There's 2 other beside this one, and a hot tub." I said filming the pool. "That looks like...no,no Lee! It just looks like him." I told myself. I stopped taping and stuck the camera in my beach bag. I spotted Tacia and Mikey sitting at a table, and walked over to them, and sat down. "Look at that hot guy over there!" Tacia said when I sat down beside her. "No!" I thought. "She sees him too?" But, thankfully enough, it was someone else she pointed to. "Me and Mikey are going to get something to drink, do you want anything?" Tacia said. "Uh...yeah, get me an orange soda, or something." I said. "Okay." They both stood up and left. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something. "No, no! This isn't right..." I thought to myself. I shut my eyes tight as I could, and barried my face into my arms. "It'll all go away when I open my eyes, and I'll be fine!" I told myself. "One, two, three!" I opened my eyes, and looked up. Standing int front of me was one of the hottest...no, THE hottest guy I'd ever seen: Paul Cattermole. "Nice hallucination, very sexy, but I need a hat." I thought. "Hiya, is it all right if I sit with you? There's no more tables left." Paul said. "Okay, hallucinations can't talk, can they?" I thought to myself. "Um, yeah, sure!" I said. I pulled my bag out of the seat next to me, and he sat down. He was dripping wet. "Cheers." He said. "I'm Paul!" He shook my hand. Now, I know it was real, and I could feel my heart pounding. "Just treat him like everyone else....he it just like everyone else...well, except he's totally sexy and funny, besides that, he is just normal!" I thought. "Hi, I'm Alicia, you can call me Lee, though." I shook his hand back. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest, I wondered if he could hear it too? What do I do? Would should I say? What do you say to a popstar when you're trying to treat them normal? What should I do; ask him for an autograph now so he can mark me as just another fan, or don't and hope that I'll be able to ask him later? What if I never see him again, and I miss getting his autograph?! Oh my dear word....I don't know what to do! "Lee?" It was my mom! No! She'll totally blow this for me! "Lee, honey, Jeff and I are going to the store, we'll be back in a while, do you want anything?" My mom was standing right beside me. She could plainly see Paul. "No, no, don't talk to him!" I thought. She looked at me as thought I were almost playing a joke on her eyes. I shook my head slightly, and mouthed out "No!" to her. I didn't think she understood me, so I did it again. Finally, "No! I....uh...don't think I need anything from the store.....but, uh...lots and lots of orange soda." I said. Hopefully she had gotten both of my meanings: No don't talk to him, and I want orange soda. "Oh, okay." My mom said. "Who's this sitting next to you?" Nooo! I felt like crying! She knows who S Club 7 is! My room was pretty much plastered in their pictures. Now she's gonna mess everything up! I closed my eyes as my mom talked. "I'm Paul, it's nice to meet you." "Hello! It's nice to meet you too, Paul! I'm Angie, Lee's mom." They both shook hands. "Well, Lee, we're gonna go now, come up to the hotel room in a few hours at least, okay?" My mom said to me. I opened my eyes. Huh? She's not going to embarrass me in front of a popstar? Isn't that what mothers did to you? "Um, okay, I'll try to come up there...soon." I said. "Okay, bye! Bye Paul, it was nice meeting you!" "Nice meeting you, too! Bye!" He said. I blinked my eyes hard and looked at my mom walking away. "This has got to be just a dream! That's all it is!" I thought. "Your mum's really nice." Paul said. Now he was looking right at me. "Yeah," I watched her walk away. "She really, really is."
After that Paul and I talked for a while. It seemed like we weren't talking for no time at all, when it started to get dark. Tacia and Mikey had come back when Paul had gone to tell his friends (The rest of the band I assume) where he was. They - of course - didn't believe me, and went back to the hotel room. I didn't really think Paul would even come back, but he did. We talked for about another hour, when it got totally dark, he decided to go back to his room. "So, it was nice talking to you. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Paul said, standing up. "Yeah, hopefully. It was really lovely talking to you." We both shook hands, and he smiled at me. I smiled back. He was different then I had thought. Not very different, just a little. I watched him turn and walk to his for just for a while...well, until he turned a corner and I couldn't see him anymore, at least. Then, I walked back to my room. Paul had said that him and his friends (S Club 7) were staying there on vacation for 3 months, too. Well, maybe my Summer won't be too bad after all!
Room 741...I opened the door, and walked in. Everyone was in the kitchen/living room talking. When I walked in Tacia jumped up and hugged me. "I'm so sorry I didn't believe you, Lee!" "What are you talking about?" I asked. "Well, you said you were talking to Paul Cattermole, and I didn't believe you. So, I came back up here and when mom and Jeff got back from the store, mom told me that she had seen you with him, and met him! Then, Jeff told me to go tell you to come up and eat, but I just couldn't when I saw you sitting there with Paul!" She let out a little scream. "What did he say? You guys talked for 2 hours!"
"He's just so sweet, ya know?" I had said once I finished telling them all I could remember from our conversation. "Oh, and he's so cute as well! I almost passed out everytime he looked at me!" "So? What's so special about him? He's just a guy?" Jeff asked. You know how I said my mom gives me a look like she could kill me? That's pretty much how I looked at Jeff. "Well, he's nice, cute, in a big pop band that's really popular. He's extremely talented, really smart, and he's British." I smiled and Tacia. "What more could you want from a guy?" We both laughed. "Well, how old is he?" Jeff asked. "He's 25." I said more seriously. "Well, he's just a pervert talking to a 13 year old!" Jeff said. Okay, so no, I never liked Jeff, but there are just those people that make me want to slap them. Right then, it was Jeff. "Excuse me? What did you just say?" "I'm not your father, but if I was..." Jeff stood up, and I stood up to face him. "Well, I better be glad that you're not my dad, huh?" I said. "No, because your dad is a lazy punk who can't keep his life together!" Okay, I had never slapped anyone before, but like I said, there are just those people. So...yeah, I smacked Jeff. I ran out of the living room, out the door, and into the elevator. I didn't know where I was gonna go. Suddenly I started crying. And I had a right to cry, and a right to leave. But would my mom stand up for him or me? Would Tacia and Mikey think I had over reacted? Did I over react? No, he was saying things about my daddy, and he doesn't even know him! He jumped to conclusions about Paul, and I don't even look 13. Everyone knows that. I'm 5'11 and I look older. They're not gonna think to ask. I was crying pretty hard by the time I got off the elevator. I hope no sees my crying. I was walking on the beach before I had realized where I was going, I was looking down and crying, so no one could see me. But; "Whup!" I had run into somebody. "I'm really, really sorry!" I said, then I looked up and saw who I had run into: Paul. I loved Paul, even more so now then before, but I didn't want him to see me crying. "Are you all right?" Paul asked. "Um..." I said wiping the tears from my eyes and smiling. "Yeah, I'm fine." "Well, it's probably none of my business, but you don't look all right?" Should I tell him? When would I get another chance to talk to a popstart about my problems, and have him listen and care because he was the one who asked? "Well, um...I don't into an argument with my mom's boyfriend, and...and, oh!" I started crying again, harder this time. Paul didn't even know me, but I could feel his arm slip around my shoulder. He lead me over to a beach chair, and we both sat down. But he sat on the chair right across from me. He was holding my hand. What was I supposed to so? I didn't have friends, or a boyfriend, how was I supposed to know the difference between friendly, and "friendlier"? "Well, what happened?" Paul asked. I had to lie. I couldn't tell him it all started because of him and me talking. "Um, well....I don't know what started it, I just remember the both of us standing in each other's faces screaming, and then he said something about my dad, and I got mad at him, and.." I let out a little laugh. "I slapped him, and ran out of the hotel room, and right into you." I looked up at him and made a weak smile. "You smacked him?" Paul said. He sounded a little surprised, but he laughed about it, too. "Yeah....haven't you ever just wanted to slap someone before? And not only that, but, quite frankly, he's always gotten on my nerves. So, it was just like "errg!" Ya know? Have you ever felt that way?" I asked. "Yeah, a few times before, but I've never "slapped" anyone. Not yet at least!" He laughed. I looked up at him. I had only just met him that day, and I thought I had known him from the shows, but he was different. He wasn't as goofy, or making a joke all the time. He was really sweet. It was weird, I had seen him on TV and knew who he was, by looks and voice, but he's just only met me. I thought about what Jeff had said, the conversation rung clear in my mind. I started crying again. This time, Paul wiped my tears away. "It's just, I've heard people all my life tell my mom she shouldn't have married my dad, and when they got divorced people talked even more. So, I guess it built up over the years, and it's just like when he said that, I got so mad, and it was like I was slapping everyone who had ever gotten on my nerves. To be quite honest....it felt quite good." We both laughed. "Do you wanna go do something? It's not just to sit around and cry." He asked. We both got up. "Yeah, you're right, I don't need to just sit and cry." We walked up and back down the beach talking for a while. "You don't happen to be hungry, do you? 'Cos I'm starving." I suddenly realized that I was quite hungry too. "Yeah, I am actually." I said. We both walked down the beach talking until we found a little hot-dog stand in front of a hotel. "Is this all right?" He asked pointing up at the "hot-dog" sign. "Yeah, this is fine." I said. I stuck my hands down in my pockets and tried to dig out a 5 dollar bill. "It's all right, I've got it, what do you want?" Paul Cattermole was going to buy me a hot-dog? "Well, I'll get it." I said. "No! It's fine, I've got it! What do you want?" He asked again. "Um, just a hot dog and a coke I guess?" I said. He smiled at me again. Man, he was so sexy. About 30 minutes later we were sitting on the beach right outside of the hotel's bar talking and laughing. Music was playing inside the bad, and Mandy Moore's "Crush" came on. I started singing it. I wasn't really thinking about it. I just sat there and sung the whole song. "That was really good!" Paul said. "You have a really great voice!" I covered my eyes. "Oh my word! I didn't realize I was singing out loud!" We both started laughing. Paul reached up and pulled my hands away from my eyes. "No! It sounded really really good!" He said. "Well, I'm not half as good as you!" I said. Okay, so I had said it without thinking! Don't tell me you've never done that before? "What do you mean?" Paul asked. "You haven't heard me sing before, have you?" Oh no! What do I say now? Yeah, I'm like totally in love with you, I've got pictures of you all over my room? "Um....yeah, I have actually. I've got your records." I said looking him in the eye. "Oh! So you know who S Club 7 is then?" He asked. He looked a bit disappointed, but then again, he looked slightly amused. "Um...yeah, I do. But, I didn't really figure you would want to talk about that? I mean, how many people do you meet a day who just want to talk about that? How many fans do you talk to? You live your life in S Club 7, I just didn't reckon you would really want to talk about it?" Hopefully he would believe me, but just in case: "Plus, ya know, it isn't that big of a deal, you sat down next to me and started talking. Besides, I think you're pretty much like every guy out there, so why should I treat you any differently then what you act?" Paul laughed. "You know, you're actually the only person I've ever met who's said that to me?" Paul said. "Out of all the people I've ever met, you're the only one." He turned to look at me, and smiled. I stood up and looked at my watch. "9:30 p.m." I thought. "I've been out here for 3 hours." I said. "I probably better be heading back to the hotel room." I dusted the sand off of me, and Paul stood up too. "Well, it was nice talking to you again!" Paul said. We shook hands. "It was nice talking to you again as well! And thanks for helping me out." I said. I smiled at him and started to walk away. He grabbed my arm and I turned back around. "Would you like to go out some time?" He asked. He looked so nervous. Oh dear! What do you say to a super star who's totally hot and asking you out, but you're too young?! How many people in the would has that happened to? "Um....I would really, really love to go out with you." I said and paused a bit. "but....I think you're a little too old for me." I stopped smiling. It would have been so unreal to go out with him. But the truth was i was too "un"-real. "Well, I'm only 25, how old are you?" Paul asked. He looked quite confused. "Um..." I said looking up at him. I said "um" way too much.... "Well, I'm only 13, almost 14 this August. But, uh, thanks for asking, you really made me feel good. Thanks." I started to walk off again. "Get way! You're only 13?!" He asked. "I turned back around again. "Yeah, I'm only 13." I made a small smile at him. "Really?" "Really." I said. "Because if I was older, trust me, I would die to go on a date with you." I kept looking down at the sand, back to him, up at the moon, back to him, to the bar back to him....well, you get the point. "No, you don't 13! So, because you don't look it, you much be older then that but just have..." Paul said and thought. "a boyfriend! And you can't go out with me because you're already seeing someone!" He had this joyous look on his face, as thought he had just found a cure to solve world hunger. "So, you would rather me be 18 with a boyfriend then 13 and single?" I thought for a bit. "I use to do that, too. Pretend so everything would be okay. If I thought everything was all right, then it much be. 'Cos why should the world be any less perfect then what you make it?" "That's not what I meant!" He said. I had finally started walking back to the hotel, and he was now following me. "I think you're totally wicked, and really, really beautiful, otherwise I wouldn't have asked you out. But, you're only 13, and obviously I've never asked anyone out that's 13 before, so it was slightly weird for me. I wouldn't mind hanging out with you, or anything, but -" He stopped in mid-sentince. I turned around to look at him.. We had already gotten up by the pool on the backside of the hotel. "But what?" I asked. "But, it's weird now, because I do like you, and you're too young, and I don't know what to do. It kind of scares me a bit." I looked down. "I completely understand that. Because it's not only that it's weird for you because you've asked me out now, and I'm too young, but because I like you too, and I'm too young." I looked up at him. "It's so weird for me to be standing here talking to you, when I've watched you on TV and everything, and you pretty much not have a good clue of who I am." "Well, we're both planning on staying here for 3 months. Let's make a promise to try and get to know each other. Outside of your age, and outside of my job, yeah?" He said. I shook my head yes, then I realized what he had said. "Wait, you still want to get to know me?" I asked. I probably said it a little too surprised then I should have. "Well, yeah, I said I think you're wicked, and I would like to get to know you a bit more." He smiled at me. "I think I'm really beginning to enjoy my summer now." I thought to myself.
"Well, thank you very much for walking me back to my room." I said to Paul once we had gotten to my door. "You're welcome very much!" He said. We both laughed. "And thanks for today, I've had a real good time talking to you." He said. "Well, you're welcome, and thank you Mr. Cattermole for today, the hot-dog, and walking me back to my room." I smiled at him. "Good night." "Night!" He said and I twisted the door open and walked inside. I shut the door behind me. Tacia, Mikey, and my mom were all sitting on one of the beds. My mom got up and we hugged each other. "I'm so sorry! Are you all right?" She asked. "Yeah, I'm fine." I said. "But, where's Jeff?" "Right as soon as you left, I made him leave. He got a room at another hotel." She said. Not she was sitting back down on the bed. I went and sat down on the one across from them. "Well, I'm sorry mom. I probably over reacted, and I didn't mean to mess up your vacation." "Lee!" My mom said. "You didn't over react about what he said about your father, and you didn't mess up my vacation either!" "Well, what's going on between you? Did you break up?" I asked. "Yes, He was starting to get on my nerves anyway, though." I laughed. "I hope he gets a tenth floor room..." I thought outloud. They all laughed. "Lee? I just have one question for you." Tacia said. "Yeah?" "Well....where did you learn to slap like that? You hit him like a little girl!" We all started laughing. "Oh shut up! I hit harder then you!"
"Lee, wake up!" Tacia said. She was rolling me back and forth. "Lee! It's already 11'o'clock and you're not up!" I pushed Tacia away, and pulled the covers over my head. Suddenly the covers came off my head. "Alicia! Get your butt out of bed and get something to eat! You've gotten 2 calls already, and Michael's on the hone with Heath right now!" I sat up in bed. "Heath?" I said. "Um...did he ask about me?" "Yes, he did. He wanted to talk to you actually." My mom smiled at me. Heath was my brother's friend that I had a crush on. I jumped out of my bed, and ran into the kitchen/living room, where the hotel phone was. "Lee, Heath wants to talk to you!" Mikey said once he saw me. "Okay hold on." I said. Mikey gave me a weird ook. "I've got to go to the bathroom!" He rolled his eyes at me.
"Hello?" I said into the phone. "Hey Alicia!" Heath said. "Hi Heathcliff! Wusup?" For as long as I could remember Heath always called me Alicia to tease me. When I got old enough to catch on, I started calling him by his real name. "Not much, just sitting around my room watching TV, and playing music. Mikey talk me about what happened last night, are you okay?" "Yeah, I reckon I'm fine. But," I started making a fake crying sound. "you know how much I loved Jeff!" I cracked up at started laughing instead. "So, other then your favorite of mom's boyfriends leaving, how's your vacation so far?" "It's pretty good. Ya know, same old things: We get down here, pick the highest floor hotel room, get into a fight with my mom's present boyfriends, slap him, run into Paul Cattermole, my future husband. Ya know, all normal stuff." I could hear him laughing on the other end of the phone. "Um, yeah, Michael told me about your new boyfriend. When are you two getting married again?" He asked with a laugh. "In the spring of course." I said matter-of-factly. Heath and I joked about it all the time. He knew how obsessed I was with S Club 7 and Paul. "How do you like being out of school?" I asked. "Oh, love it. Only bad thing it, my dad's talking about making me get a job, and then kicking me out." He said. "Yeah, well, he's been threatening you with that since you were 8, so I wouldn't be too scared." We both laughed. "Well, I had better go now, you're probably wanted to get out on the beach and get tanned, huh?" Heath said. "Yeah right! The only good thing about the beach is the hot guys in swimming trunks." I make a little laugh. I had such a big crush on him, and he only treated me like his little sister. "What'cha thinking about?" Heath asked. "Nothing." I said. "Anyways, what are you going to do for your birthday?" I asked. "Probably nothing big. Just hang out with some friends or my family. Order and pizza, pretty much like always." "Well, you're turning 17, I think you need to do something bigger...like order 2 pizzas!" I said. "Girl, you're such a dork!" He said. "Well, what are 'you' doing for your birthday? It needs to be something big! You're turning 14!" "Ha,ha, funny." I said sarcastically, but laughing too. "Well, I better let you go. Dad'll kill me when he finds out I called." He laughed. "Okay, I'll talk to you later I guess? Bye!" I said. "Take care Lee, bye!" He said back then hung up. "Well, you two talked long enough, didn't you?" Tacia said. "Shut up! I never ragged you when you and Josh would talk on the phone!" I said defensively. "Me and Josh were going out! That's the difference, you and Heath aren't!" Tacia said. "Why do you have to be so mean to me all the time?" I asked. "Me? You're the one who's always being mean to me?" She said. "C'mon, let's get dressed and go get something to eat!" "You're so pushy!" I said with a smile. I pretended to go back to sleep, and I was making a fake snoring sound. "You might see Paul again!" She teased. I smiled again. Life was starting to get better.
"Okay, how does this look? Is it all right?" I asked Tacia. I was wearing a pair of kaki Capri pants, a blue T-shirt, a blue and what checked bucket hat, and a pair of blue sunglasses. "Yeah..." She said thinking. She was looking me up and down like there was something missing. "What? What is it?" I asked looking my own self over. "There's too much blue, I think." She said. "Well, duh! My hair's blue, it can't clash!" I said back. "Okay then, you just need some really posh shoes then!" I rolled my eyes.
"It's 12:..." I said into my camera then looked at my watch. "12:08 p.m.! Me and Tacia have come down to the hotel restaurant to meet mom and Mikey to eat breakfast. So, I'm gonna go inside now, see ya later!" I turned the camera off.
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