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I slept till 12 the next morning, which was scary because I usually woke up before 11. I never realized how tired I was. I slipped out of bed, slipping into my sweater and fuzzy slippers. I found my brush in the mess on the sink in the bathroom. Washing it thoroughly, like a freak, I brushed my teeth. My mouth felt gross and I really wanted orange juice.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Wavy, long, black hair, sharp blue eyes, and fair skin. I smiled, happy with myself, and walked downstairs. I wasn't some modest freak. I liked myself. I didn't care if some random stranger didn't. I smelt chocolate chip pancakes. Another bribe, huh? Well, I didn't mind, of course.

"So," my mother said, "I saw you talking to that handsome boy yesterday. Anyone I should know?"

"No," I said, grabbing a plate, "I just gave him his Frisbee back."

"Alright," she said, obviously not believing me.

She placed a nice warm and round pancake on my plate and I smothered it in syrup. Logan came downstairs, yawning.

"Honey," my mom said, "sit next to your sister. You want chocolate chip?"

He nodded, sleepily sitting down next to me.

"So," he whispered, only loud enough for me to hear, "you have to help me get a girlfriend."

"Eww, no."

"Please," he begged, "I don't wanna start off high school not knowing anybody like some loser."

"Then make friends, freak," I said, shoving a maple-smothered bite into my mouth.

"I will," he said, "but I need a girlfriend. Um... I've never been kissed before."

I laughed, almost choking on my pancake.

"Stop being a bitch," he said, "when was your first kiss, huh?"

"6th grade, dumbass. With Johnny Read. Horrible boyfriend, but good kisser."

He rolled his eyes, sadly looking down.

"Eww," I said, "stop doing that."

"What?" he asked, sadly.

"Being all mopey and sad."

"Well, my sister won't help me... I'm a shy guy, Syd."

"Oh my god," I mumbled, "I'll help you, you ass hole."

He smiled, devilishly, letting my mom drop his pancake on the plate. Evil.

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Girl-scouting time. Which sounds completely weird coming from my mouth.

"Ok," I said, glancing at Logan with his long shorts and loose white t-shirt, "choose one... no one older than 15."

"Well, shit," he whispered, gazing at a 25-year old walk by in a itsy-bitsy bikini with a kid.

I shook my head, punching his arm.

"Ow," he said.

"Don't be wimp. Girls don't dig that."

He ignored me.

"How 'bout her?"

I pointed towards a 14ish looking girl walk by. Aww, she was cute.

"Now what do I do?" he asked, impatiently.

"Wait," I said, thinking.

"I can't. She's leaving!" he said.

And he started walking toward her.

"Logan! You idiot!"

I ran after him.

"What?" he said, annoyed.

"You can't just go up to her like that."

"Why?"

"Because, I'm a girl and I would think that's weird."

"Yeah, well," he said, "I'm not looking for a girl like you."

He started to walk away.

"Why?" I asked, offended.

"'Cause you're my sister, dumbass."

He smiled, and walked toward her proudly.

"Damn," I said, grinning.

I slipped on my sunglasses, walking around in my red polka-dot bikini, barefoot. I saw Logan talk to the girl... and she laughed?!? Wow. She told her mom she'd come home later and the two of them walked along the beach. ADORABLE.

Someone bumped into me, and continued to walk. It was him. Frisbee guy. I could tell he was smiling.

"Um, excuse me, bitch," I called, "watch where you're going."

He turned around, smiling.

"You're so lucky it was me," he said.

"Ok?"

"Ok? Damn. Why are you so difficult?"

"That's just the way I am. Deal with it."

He laughed.

"How the hell is that funny?"

"'Cause... your nose flares when you're pissed. It's hilarious, but cute."

I rolled my eyes.

"So, there's a party-type thing tonight. It'll last late. And bring condoms."

"Who the hell said I'm going?"

"It's a beach party! Why the hell wouldn't you come?"

"Eww, you just said beach party."

"What's wrong with that?"

"It's sounds... gay. Like you're gonna play that nasty surfer music and crap."

"Fine... party, happy?"

"I'm not going."

"Why? You don't got condoms on you?"

"First of all, I'm a girl, idiot. I don't need them. Second of all, I do have condoms in the house. I have two brothers and my mom's got a boyfriend on her."

"Damn. You a virgin?"

"Why? You wanna steal my virginity, Dick?" I whispered

"It's Derek," he said, "and you could've given me a boner right then and there."

"Wow."

"So you're a virgin?"

"Why do you care so much?"

"I wanna steal your virginity, Sydney," he whispered in the same fashion I did.

"Well, that sucks 'cause I'm not."

"You're lying."

"I'm not. It was last year with my now ex-boyfriend, Nate. Ok?"

"Ok," he said, "oral?"

"Done it," I said, maybe too proudly.

"Damn," he said, "you good? You could steal somebody's v-card tonight, baby."

"I'm not coming. I don't go around having sex for fun."

Maybe I did. But, I wasn't gonna tell him of all people that.

"You're one stubborn bitch," he said.

"Thank you," I said, taking it as a compliment.

"You don't wanna make any friends?" he asked.

"Why do you want me to go so bad?"

"It'll be fun with more people."

I groaned, giving in.

"What do I wear?"

"Wear regular stuff... shorts and crap. Whatever. You could come naked... nobody'll care. You know except the guys."

I rolled my eyes.

"What time?" I asked.

"Around 10..."

"Okay," I said.

He smiled.

"So," he said, "wanna hug?"

"Eww, gross."

"I was joking. Calm down."

"Good."

He smiled, checking out my boobs and ass, and walked away. What a weirdo. And great... I would have to bring condoms tonight, "just in case".

The End

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