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Samantha "Sam" Manson ([personal profile] bringnewjokes) wrote2006-07-06 03:42 pm

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Like most teenagers during the summer, Sam, Danny and Tucker enjoyed going to the beach.

To a lesser extent, so did Jazz, who had agreed to drive them there and "supervise"; of course, that was quickly forgotten with the momentary cautions of Don't wander off! and NO GHOST FIGHTING!, and then Jazz was off to the marine biology museum with her notebook and trusty pink pen.

So they were left by themselves at the beach house to change. Sweet.

Except for the minute that Sam opened her backpack she could have sworn that tiny hearts erupted from it, along with a perfume so sickeningly sweet that she could have hurled.

"I. Am. Not. WEARING. THIS."

And so she grabbed her best friends' wrists, after closing her backpack ("Augh! The smell! How will I get it out?") and dragged them to the nearby swim shop. Then she deposited them on the benches while she went to go find something in something a little more dark.

[identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com 2006-07-06 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Danny, clad in blue swim trunks and a t-shirt, dangled his sandaled feet over the edge of the bench, kicking them slightly, happily, his flip-flops occasionally flopping against the ground.

The group had opted for a longer drive this year, rather than just going up to the great lakes, and as such, they'd had to decided between the east coast and the west coast, since of the joys of living in the midwest was that they were completely landlocked and equidistant to both.

They chose the East coast, and headed over to New Jersey. At the moment, they were on the Ocean City boardwalk. They'd tried Atlantic City first but a local had informed them, "You go to Ocean City for fun, you come to Atlantic City for gambling and hookers."

So, to Ocean City, New Jersey they'd gone.

It was really nice, Danny thought. Sun and sand and the beaches were clean. It was a dry island so there weren't people getting drunk--mostly families and teenagers just having a good time. There were people playing volleyball on the beach and some throwing frisbees, kids building sand castles and sand pits, and lots of people just sunbathing and swimming.

Understandably, both Danny and Tucker liked the boardwalk the best. All along it were places to get food--cotton candy, boardwalk fries, ice cream, lemonade, salt water taffy, home-made fudge, pizza, funnel cake...

It smelled like a candy factory had been mixed with the nasty burger and exploded.

It was GREAT.

"You know, I don't see why it bothers her so much. I mean, yeah, it's a little pink--"

"A lot of pink," said Tucker.

"--a little frilly--"

"The frills will weigh her down and drown her."

"--but really, I bet it wouldn't look that bad."

At least it was a two piece. Two-piece = goood.