Beach House


I ran back out on the deck. Everybody looked ready except for Trey, who was still laying in the hammock with that stupid hat on his head. He didn't look like he was gonna move any time soon.

"We can take my car and yours," I told Erin. "Just follow me so we can get a parking spot near one another." She nodded and headed down the steps toward her car, followed by Dave, Courtney, and Lindsey. Ali jumped on Aaron's back and made him give her a horsey-back ride to my car. Trey still wasn't moving. I even stood right above him, staring down at him. Nothing. Then it dawned on me how much that Auburn U hat meant to Trey. With that in mind, I grabbed it off his face and ran as fast as I could off my deck and to my car.

"Hey!" Trey shouted. He jumped out of the hammock and followed me--just what I wanted him to do. "Gimme that!"

"No!" I screamed from the driveway. Ali and Aaron watched as Trey chased me around my car, trying to get that hat. I eventually stopped but Trey still body-slammed me.

"Give me that . . ." Trey said, yanking his hat from my hand.

"Get in the car," I ordered. He stuck the hat back on his head and followed my orders. He's such a good boy.

I got in the car and pulled out of the driveway (I turned the car on first. Don't think my car just started rolling.), waiting for Erin to pull up behind me. Then we headed downtown to seek out some place to park.

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"There!" Aaron yelled from the backseat, pointing his hand right next to my face. I slapped it away.

"That's not a space," I said. "You can't park on corners."

"Okay, then," said Aaron. "There!"

"It's only for fifteen minutes," said Trey, squinting at the sign as I drove by.

"Don't look for spaces now," I told Aaron. "We're still a few blocks from the boardwalk." I kept driving till I came to 23rd Ave., where the boardwalk began. There were two very nice spaces sitting right there, all ready for me and Erin to pull into. So we did, cause we're not stupid enough to keep driving around. I turned the car off and we all piled out of our respective cars.

"To the boards!" shouted Lindsey, making a big sweeping motion with her hand and running up the street to the boardwalk entrance. Some guys on the other side of the street looked over at her. Gee, I wonder why. Ignoring their stares, we proceeded to follow the lunatic onto the boardwalk. For a sunny day, there weren't many people around. I mean, there was a crowd--just not as big as I would normally expect.

To Be Continued

Beach House (c)1996-1998 Alyson Lipski

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