wait. This is going to be awesome. I’m stoked for a bonfire. How about you Niki? I haven’t been to a bonfire in ages, no wait, I think we went last fall with, oh what’s his name, you know...”
I walked away grinning from ear to ear, as Kat’s chatter faded into background noise of the gym.
Chapter 13 – Bon Fire
Niki
“Niki, will you grab my guitar?”
“I’ve already got the cooler and chips. I can’t carry everything.”
Kat sighed, opened the back car door of her Prius and grabbed a tote bag, guitar case and a folding beach chair. We left the car in the paid parking lot near Malibu Cove Beach. The sun streaked the sky orange and red, as we were to meet Jesse, Chase and some other friends for a bonfire. Kat was about to shut the back car door when she shrieked, “Wait, wait, my hoodie. I need it.”
I was already ten steps ahead of her with a light weight, folding, aluminum beach chair stuck under one arm and a small cooler of beer in the other. I rolled my eyes and huffed. “Come on Princess. Let’s go.” My voice betrayed my impatience. Jesse would be there. Despite endless efforts to push him out of my mind, his hard hunky body, with his unruly locks of hair falling in his eyes, kept invading my solace. What the heck was wrong with me?
Jason had called earlier in the morning. Luckily, I was on the elliptical machine at the gym so I had a good excuse to hit the ignore button. It wasn’t until later, I returned his call. I chastised myself for not missing him while he was away for his grandma’s birthday and my guilt made me nervous about going to the bonfire. Jason would be back in town tonight and although I felt obligated to see him, I had put him off with some lame excuse that I needed to study. Oh, this was not good. I had managed to keep myself in line for years, be a good girl and behave. Now, some hot motocross rider had come along, with “bad boy” written all over him, and I gravitated to him like the mythological Homer drawn to the Siren’s song
“Okay, I’m cool now,” Kat said breathlessly, as she caught up to me hoisting her guitar case, tote bag and chair. Stepping off the asphalt parking lot, my feet sunk into the soft sand. It felt good, familiar and filled with promises of warm summer nights at the beach, cuddled close to someone who made your heart flutter, stealing a kiss while draped in the cover of darkness.
We trudged through the deep sand to the attendant and paid our fee for parking and entrance to the private beach area.
“Do you see Jenna or Tanner anywhere?”
“Not yet,” Kat said, “But they’re already here. Jenna texted me they came earlier, around four o’clock, to get one of the fire pits before they’re all taken.”
We scuffed our way past couples on blankets, with iced buckets of beer purchased from the Beach Cafe. An outdoor patio area attached to the restaurant, opened to the stretch of sand that belonged to the private beach. Food and beverages could be purchased at the Beach Cafe, but we brought our own since the prices of alcoholic drinks were a little steep there.
“There they are.” I dropped the small plastic cooler to the ground and waved.
“Where? I can’t carry all of this stuff much longer,” she whined.
“Right over there to our right. Follow me.”
Kat struggled with all of the items slung onto her petite frame. We dragged our feet in the sand, as we made our way to the group with Jenna and Tanner and released our chairs with a clatter, into a pile on the sand. Kat heaved a loud sigh of relief.
“You’re such a wimp, Kat,” I laughed as she let go of her chair and it fell on mine.
“I wasn’t meant to be a pack animal, you know. I have to be careful of my hands. I don’t want to ruin them and not being able to play guitar. That’s my living now.”
“Hey Kat. Hey Niki.” Jenna said as she approached, holding an amber beer bottle in one hand. “Good to see you two hot chicks.” She gave us each a hug.
I walked away grinning from ear to ear, as Kat’s chatter faded into background noise of the gym.
Chapter 13 – Bon Fire
Niki
“Niki, will you grab my guitar?”
“I’ve already got the cooler and chips. I can’t carry everything.”
Kat sighed, opened the back car door of her Prius and grabbed a tote bag, guitar case and a folding beach chair. We left the car in the paid parking lot near Malibu Cove Beach. The sun streaked the sky orange and red, as we were to meet Jesse, Chase and some other friends for a bonfire. Kat was about to shut the back car door when she shrieked, “Wait, wait, my hoodie. I need it.”
I was already ten steps ahead of her with a light weight, folding, aluminum beach chair stuck under one arm and a small cooler of beer in the other. I rolled my eyes and huffed. “Come on Princess. Let’s go.” My voice betrayed my impatience. Jesse would be there. Despite endless efforts to push him out of my mind, his hard hunky body, with his unruly locks of hair falling in his eyes, kept invading my solace. What the heck was wrong with me?
Jason had called earlier in the morning. Luckily, I was on the elliptical machine at the gym so I had a good excuse to hit the ignore button. It wasn’t until later, I returned his call. I chastised myself for not missing him while he was away for his grandma’s birthday and my guilt made me nervous about going to the bonfire. Jason would be back in town tonight and although I felt obligated to see him, I had put him off with some lame excuse that I needed to study. Oh, this was not good. I had managed to keep myself in line for years, be a good girl and behave. Now, some hot motocross rider had come along, with “bad boy” written all over him, and I gravitated to him like the mythological Homer drawn to the Siren’s song
“Okay, I’m cool now,” Kat said breathlessly, as she caught up to me hoisting her guitar case, tote bag and chair. Stepping off the asphalt parking lot, my feet sunk into the soft sand. It felt good, familiar and filled with promises of warm summer nights at the beach, cuddled close to someone who made your heart flutter, stealing a kiss while draped in the cover of darkness.
We trudged through the deep sand to the attendant and paid our fee for parking and entrance to the private beach area.
“Do you see Jenna or Tanner anywhere?”
“Not yet,” Kat said, “But they’re already here. Jenna texted me they came earlier, around four o’clock, to get one of the fire pits before they’re all taken.”
We scuffed our way past couples on blankets, with iced buckets of beer purchased from the Beach Cafe. An outdoor patio area attached to the restaurant, opened to the stretch of sand that belonged to the private beach. Food and beverages could be purchased at the Beach Cafe, but we brought our own since the prices of alcoholic drinks were a little steep there.
“There they are.” I dropped the small plastic cooler to the ground and waved.
“Where? I can’t carry all of this stuff much longer,” she whined.
“Right over there to our right. Follow me.”
Kat struggled with all of the items slung onto her petite frame. We dragged our feet in the sand, as we made our way to the group with Jenna and Tanner and released our chairs with a clatter, into a pile on the sand. Kat heaved a loud sigh of relief.
“You’re such a wimp, Kat,” I laughed as she let go of her chair and it fell on mine.
“I wasn’t meant to be a pack animal, you know. I have to be careful of my hands. I don’t want to ruin them and not being able to play guitar. That’s my living now.”
“Hey Kat. Hey Niki.” Jenna said as she approached, holding an amber beer bottle in one hand. “Good to see you two hot chicks.” She gave us each a hug.
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