“Are you sure?”

He nodded cranking the van’s engine. “Go ahead.”

I sat back in my seat, tucking one foot underneath me as we pulled out of Delia’s driveway and started down Sweetbud Road. We’d won the toss, which means we got to wash the van, while Bert and Kristy were stuck making crab cakes. “Okay,” I sad, “what’s your biggest fear?”

As always, he took a second to think about his answer. “Clowns,” he said.

“Clowns.”

“Yup.”

I just looked at him.

“Ashley? Ashley? Ashley Davies!” Erin screamed from the bathroom door. I looked up confused.

“Are you deaf? Can you hand my towel in my duffel bag?”

I got up from my bed and grabbed her duffel bag ruffling through it. I looked back her, well part of her face. “It’s not here.”

“Are you sure, did you check everywhere?”

I looked back at the bag going through it one more time. “Yeah, it’s not here.”

“Ugh.” She said fustrated and closed the door. I got back on my bed and began reading my book again. The bathroom door stood ajar and Erin’s face popped out again.

“Don’t look.”

“What?” I said looking towards the door.

Erin stood there naked partially wet trying to cover her certain parts.

“I said don’t look.” She mumbled.

“Ohh, right.” I laughed and brought my book up to her face. She walked towards her duffel bag and began to remove clothes from it. I peeked above my books spotting her squatting over. She was hot…damn hot. Ashley stop looking at her! I pulled the book closer to my face and tried to read.

“Damn it.” She groaned searching around in the pockets of her bag.

I moved the book an inch to the side looking at Erin. Hot, hot, hot.

“Aha.” She grabbed the towel and looked back at me. She made eye contact with me before I could cover myself with my book.

“Your such a bad ass.”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Oh fuck you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Find then I will.” She smiled pulling the towel around her and walked back in the bathroom. I was so glad she wasn’t invisible…because that was…HOT.