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The Beach House [6]
Romance
 Created on 4-1-08
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"Karaline!"
My name was being called. I was sure the voice was my Mother's.
"Coming!" I replied as I exited Lake's room where he had been teasing me about that day on the beach when my towel had fell.
I trotted down the stairs, smoothing the skirt of my bright blue dress.
"Ma'am?" I asked as I approached Mother, who sat on the back porch.
"I want you to meet someone, dear."
I then noticed someone sitting in the chair on my right side. He was very tall and very blond. An eager expression covered his face.
Oh no. This was a set-up.
"This is Andrew," Mother said. "He is my dear friend Wendy's son. You met him at out Christmas part last year, remember? They have a beach house just a short way from ours."
As I nodded, Mother was conveniently called into the living room by Dad. I couldn't sworn I heard him ask, "is he here?"
"How are you doing?" Andrew asked in his nasally voice as he stood up.
He was so tall and skinny clumsiness had become his dominant personality trait. As he took a step toward me, he tripped on himself and knocked the pitcher of cucumber water off of the umbrella table. It shattered and my ballet flats were drenched.
"Oh, I am so sorry," Andrew apologized. "Forgive me, Karaline."
He was so polite. He was like one of those phony British gentleman who wore jackets with tails.
"It's Karli," I insist, my teeth grit as I knocked off my shoes, being careful not to cut my bare feet on broken glass. "I like to be called Karli."
"Excuse me," Andrew replied. "Well, Karli, you look wonderful. Very healthy and not overweight."
"Oh, how appealing," I thought sarcastically.
"Would you like to come back to my vacation home?" He asked. "My parents and sister would be delighted to see you."
I could barely see Lake coming down the living room stairs. "Oh, no," I said quickly. "I have other things I'm doing today, I'm sorry."
"Well, come by anytime."
Lake smiled a creepy, very square smile. It seemed forced but sincere all at the same time.
He swaggered away without saying anything about the broken glass. And as Lake came out the French doors, he apparently didn't notice it. He screamed with pain as he stepped on a piece.
"Lake!" I cried, sitting him down in a chair. "Are you okay?"
"As far as having a chuck of glass in your foot goes," he replied. "Would you get this out?"
"Why didn't you wear shoes?" I inquired. I tried not to hurt Lake as I attempted to get the glass out of his foot.
"It's the beach," Lake replied. "I shouldn't have to wear shoes."
He grunted. "Ouch!"
"I got it!" I said triumphantly. "Oh, you're bleeding. I'll go get you a band aid. And don't step on any glass while I'm gone."
My name was being called. I was sure the voice was my Mother's.
"Coming!" I replied as I exited Lake's room where he had been teasing me about that day on the beach when my towel had fell.
I trotted down the stairs, smoothing the skirt of my bright blue dress.
"Ma'am?" I asked as I approached Mother, who sat on the back porch.
"I want you to meet someone, dear."
I then noticed someone sitting in the chair on my right side. He was very tall and very blond. An eager expression covered his face.
Oh no. This was a set-up.
"This is Andrew," Mother said. "He is my dear friend Wendy's son. You met him at out Christmas part last year, remember? They have a beach house just a short way from ours."
As I nodded, Mother was conveniently called into the living room by Dad. I couldn't sworn I heard him ask, "is he here?"
"How are you doing?" Andrew asked in his nasally voice as he stood up.
He was so tall and skinny clumsiness had become his dominant personality trait. As he took a step toward me, he tripped on himself and knocked the pitcher of cucumber water off of the umbrella table. It shattered and my ballet flats were drenched.
"Oh, I am so sorry," Andrew apologized. "Forgive me, Karaline."
He was so polite. He was like one of those phony British gentleman who wore jackets with tails.
"It's Karli," I insist, my teeth grit as I knocked off my shoes, being careful not to cut my bare feet on broken glass. "I like to be called Karli."
"Excuse me," Andrew replied. "Well, Karli, you look wonderful. Very healthy and not overweight."
"Oh, how appealing," I thought sarcastically.
"Would you like to come back to my vacation home?" He asked. "My parents and sister would be delighted to see you."
I could barely see Lake coming down the living room stairs. "Oh, no," I said quickly. "I have other things I'm doing today, I'm sorry."
"Well, come by anytime."
Lake smiled a creepy, very square smile. It seemed forced but sincere all at the same time.
He swaggered away without saying anything about the broken glass. And as Lake came out the French doors, he apparently didn't notice it. He screamed with pain as he stepped on a piece.
"Lake!" I cried, sitting him down in a chair. "Are you okay?"
"As far as having a chuck of glass in your foot goes," he replied. "Would you get this out?"
"Why didn't you wear shoes?" I inquired. I tried not to hurt Lake as I attempted to get the glass out of his foot.
"It's the beach," Lake replied. "I shouldn't have to wear shoes."
He grunted. "Ouch!"
"I got it!" I said triumphantly. "Oh, you're bleeding. I'll go get you a band aid. And don't step on any glass while I'm gone."
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