"Lindsi? Are you ready?" Brooke called, hardly being able to hide her excitement. After lunch, both girls decided to go to the local shopping mall. It was almost completely deserted because most of the tourist were still lounging on the beach.
"I'm almost done!" Lindsi replied from the dressing room next to Brooke. "I'll be out in a minute."
Brooke turned and looked into the full size mirror that had clothes littered all around it. She stared a herself intently, before spinning slightly to check out her outfit from all angles. "Do I look good or what?" she asked herself quietly. The answer was yes.
She was clad in a black tarzan style top with a knee length blue skirt that had abstract designs on it. The skirt brought out her blue eyes, making them look even brighter and clearer than they really were. She had found the perfect outfit for the party, and couldn't keep from smiling.
"Hurry up, Lindsi!" Brooke called again, "I'm dying to find out what you think of this outfit!"
"I'll be out in like, two minutes!" she shot back sharply.
"No problem," she sighed, sitting down on the bench that was in the dressing room. Brooke let her eyes drift shut, trying to picture how it would be that night. She could picture Lindsi dancing with Kyle, and her dancing with...
"I'm ready!" Lindsi voice quickly snapped her out of her thoughts. She stood quickly and pushed open the dressing room door. Peering around the edge of it, she waited for her friend to come out of her dressing room.
"I thought you were ready..." she shot, staring intently at the closed door. As she watched it, it slowly began to open, and suddenly a flash of color appeared. Lindsi spun around in front of her friend, laughing. She wore a short white jean skirt and a orange and red striped tank.
"Does this shout Lindsi or what?" she laughed, "and you! It's so cute."
Brooke smirked, "I know."
"All we really need is shoes," Lindsi pointed out, "you definatly should get a pair of them platform black ones. But ones that aren't too high, I mean, you're kind of short. However, most guys aren't much taller than you."
"So, I guess that means you're going to need some really high sandals than?" she spat, "because, Kyle is...a bit taller than you."
"A bit? You could say that."
*
Stepping out of the small black volkswagen beetle, Lindsi stared in awe at the large sized beach house. "Wow," she muttered, "guys in Malibu must be rich." Brooke walked up beside her, throwing an arm around her neck. There was a large smile plastered across her face.
"Actually," she smirked, "his parents are probably rich. I don't think that working at a seafood resturant and as a lifeguard pays much."
Lindsi laughed, "Yeah, but still. Look at this place...it's like, a place that Brad Pitt would live in." Both girls began to head up the cobble stone steps that lead up to the house. Not glancing back once to see if Tyler had decided to stay or go back to the trailer.
"How long do you think it will be until you can find Kyle?" Brooke questioned, pulling away from her friend and stopping in the middle of the steps. She placed a hand on her hip, tilting her head slightly to the side as if waiting for the answer.
"I won't need to look for him," she grinned, "I'm sure he's got his eyes glued to the door. He'll be waiting for me." Lindsi let out a sigh and than stated, "Are you ready for this? I mean, party in Malibu and all. It all seems kind of...well, unbelievable. One of them daydreams you dream up and never think would be real."
"But it is real," she assured, "So, let's make the best of it." Lindsi opened her mouth to reply but was cut off suddenly by Tyler who rushed past them.
"What's the hold up? I parked the car, let's go," he laughed, advancing towards the house without a wave of nervousness rushing through him. Brooke and Lindsi glanced at each other for a moment before they both took off up the cobble stone steps after Tyler.
When the reached the door, Lindsi turned towards her best friend. "Do I look okay?" she breathed, running a hand though her brown hair, a worried look plastered across her face.
Brooke smiled, "You look fine. Go get him, babe."
The door opened on impact, reavealing the large living room that was littered with paper cups, flowers, and decorations. Much of the room was filled with Malibu natives, who seemed calm and collected, drinking as much as possible before they were headed to next party. It seemed no different than any of the parties that were back at home, yet, it seemed more exciting.
Lindsi let her eyes scan over the people, obviously looking for Kyle. "I don't see him..." she whispered, leaning in close to Brooke so that she could hear over the loud music.
"Don't worry," she laughed, "it's his house. He'll be here."
"You're right," Linds stated, adventuring into the room more. Suddenly, she felt someone touch her arm. Spinning around she was greeted by a charming smile.
"I'm going to dance," Kyle informed a soft smile fixed across his face.
Lindsi smiled back at him, "Good for you." She curled a strand of hair around her finger as she looked at him, before tucking it securely behind her ear.
"Would you care to join me?" he asked, extending his hand out slightly for her to grab a hold of. Lindsi laughed, glancing to Brooke to make sure she'd be alright, before taking up his offer. She placed her hand in his, allowing him to lead her over to the left side of the living room.
Lindsi slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her as she began to dance with him. He grinned, placing his hands onto her hips, slowly beginning to grind against her.
"I'm so glad you came," he stated, reaching out a brushing a strand of hair out of her face. She instantly flashed a darker shade of red.
"Me too," she called loudly over the music, "it's a pretty nice place you have here."
"It's my parents," he confirmed what Brooke had suggested before. "They owne Shellfish's. It's a pretty wealthy business, even though it gets slow sometimes. That's why me and Barb work there. You know, fam owned business."
"Wouldn't that be kind of hard? I mean, working for your parents and all?" Linds wondered, tilting her head slightly as she spoke with him. Still keeping up her dancing even though her mind was somewhere else.
"It gets hard sometimes. Especially when I break curfew the night before," he grinned, "The fam doesn't exactly get along either. It's something we've grown to work through. And the resturants only open later at night, so the staff is half asleep. Not much hassling goes on."
"That must be why your day job is as a lifeguard," Lindsi observed.
He nodded, "yeah, because the resturant isn't open yet. People never seem to notice that it is me. You know, it would kind of ruin my reputation if people knew I ran around in a crab costume."
Lindsi laughed, glancing down at the floor for a moment. "You said that your parents get angry when you break curfew. How come they are letting you have a party?"
"They don't know," he smirked, "It's my day off. I've thrown parties plenty of times, they never notice when they come in at eight am. They're normally beat from working all night."
"You're so clever!" Lindsi exclaimed, flashing him a soft smile.
"Let me go get us something to drink," he offered, extracting himself from her grip the second the song had ended. The charming smile never fading off of his face. "What would you like? I can get you anything."
"A pineapple smoothie will be fine," she grinned, "make sure you add some Bacardi to it!"
He turned back to her and winked. "I wouldn't forget the good stuff."
Lindsi smiled, and watched him walk away. A goofy smile still plastered across her face, she couldn't seem to keep it from forming there. She was totally into Kyle, and it seemed like he was into her too. Scanning the room, she looked for Brooke so that she could inform her on how things were going with Kyle, but she couldn't seem to find her. Suddenly, someone grabbed onto her elbow, spinning her harshly around.
A girl stood before her, a disqusted look fixed upon her tanned face. Green eyes glared at her, through the wavy brown hair that casacaded down past her shoulders. She was clad in a peach summer dress and white sandals, both hands cocked slightly on her hips.
"The name is Barbie Winters," she spat out, her voice having a snotty edge to it. "And who would you be?"
Lindsi pursed her lips together slightly, the voice seemed oddly familiar to her. Yet she couldn't place where she had heard it before and quickly dismissed it as sounding like someone from back at home. "Lindsi," she replied.
"Only one name?" she shot, wrinkling her nose slightly. "So, typical."
"It's Lindsi Weaver," she snapped, her once calm voice quickly shifting to one full of hate. What was with this girl anyways? Who the fuck did she think she was?
"What kind of name is that?" she laughed, rolling her eyes.
"A more practical name than Barbie," Lindsi retored, "what the fuck are you? A doll made of plastic."
She let out a small sigh, "I am one hundered precent real. No plastic. And Barbie, it's a nick name for Barbara."
Lindsi eyes suddenly widened, "You're the girl that works at Shellfish's. I met you the other night...you're the bitch that..."
"Excuse me? I don't recall ever seeing you before." she shot her a mean smile, "but I guess you get that a lot."
"Cute," Lindsi shot sarcastically. Barbie just gave her a repulsive look.
"Anyways, now that we've met," she informed, "I want to get a few things straight. I always get what I want. And this summer...I want Kyle." Barbie flipped her hair as she spun around, waltzing away from Lindsi. Her words still lingering in the air...I want Kyle.
Lindsi stood there slightly shocked. Barbie wanted her to forget about Kyle. But Lindsi was into him too, and she wasn't going to just back down that easiler.
"Barbie Winters," she whispered, "let the games begin."