It was an unbearably hot day, I was sitting out on the dock armed with a can of Pepsi and a pack of NewPort Lights watching two fat men in a canoe try to fish. The dock was the only place I could go to smoke without my dad catching me. I swear he's like a gustapo and the worst part is he smokes. It's a perfect example of "do as I say not as I do."
We were on "vacation" in Pearville which is a small town just at the edge of Georgia. We've been coming here ever since I was eight so it feels more like a second home than vacation. I have friends here too. Maybe even better then the ones back home. This year my best friend Emily was away and wouldn't be back for two weeks. I couldn't wait to see her.
Infact that's who I was thinking about when a voice coming from behind me interupted my train of thought. "Would you mind sparin' one of those?" I turned to get a look at the voice. He wasn't very tall but he made up for that with his golden brown hair that came to his shoulders and light brown eyes that were framed with thick black as night eyelashes. I also would have died for the dimple in his right cheek. "Sure" I said handing him a Newport and my lighter.
He lit it and sat down next to me. "You're not from around here, I can tell." I raised one eyebrow at him and said "Oh really, what makes you so sure?" He took a drag and said in a teasing tone "you don't have a southern accent. In fact, I bet you're a Yankee." I gave him a playful shove "I may be from NewYork but please don't ever link me to anything with the word Yankee in it." He looked confused so I elaborated "I'm a Boston Red Sox fan." "Now that must get you in a bit of trouble in NewYork." I laughed with him "only when I went to Yankee stadium to see them play."
The two fat men were bringing their canoe in almost making a dance of it. They struggled for a little while but finally they were gone. "Lets go" he said. "Where?" Before I knew it he dove in the water and pulled me in too. I swore at him. Then we both laughed. For awhile we splashed around dunking each other and eventually got into a game of Marko Polo.
It was getting dark so we climbed back up onto the dock. "I better get going" I said trying my best to wring out my hair and shirt. "Ok, by the way my name's Adam" He held out his hand for me. I took it "I'm Cammi." Letting go of his hand I started to walk away. And just when I never thought he would "tomorrow, same time."
