“You’re a freak,” I chuckled.
Casey popped her gum. “That’s why you love me,” she responded, while shooting a wink my way.
I laughed again. “Do you really think working in his momma’s bakery is gonna make Bobby Thompson fall in love with you?”
Casey tossed her blond ponytail over her shoulder. “Of course. It’s all about proximity. He makes the deliveries for his momma during the summer. We’ll be seein’ each other every day. That gives me all summer to work my magic.” She punctuated her sentence with another gum pop.
We sat on the wooden dock, our toes barely skimming the water. The smooth lake mirrored the twilight sky and surrounding pines. Lightening bugs started flickering on and off between the trees.
“But what will I do all summer with you workin’ all the time?” Casey and I had been inseparable since kindergarten. During the summer we spent every minute with each other, either at my house or hers. I was starting to feel lonely and summer hadn’t even started yet.
We sat thinking a minute before she gripped my arm in excitement. “I know! You can come work at the bakery too! It’ll be swell!”
This post was inspired by the creative writing prompts at Trifecta, Write at the Merge, and Studio 30. Trifecta offered the third definition of the word freak (one that is markedly unusual or abnormal). Write at the Merge offered us a photo of bubblegum (and a 200 word limit), and Studio 30 offered the words unique and/or swell.