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always so few
people on our side of the beach. Whatever the reason, I didn’t mind. Most
beachgoers tended to stay further to the left of us, by the boardwalk
surrounded on either side by little gift shops, street vendors, and small
restaurants whose names were all along the lines of “Someone’s Famous Something
Shop” and in smaller letters, SINCE before your grandparents were born.
      Further down, so far from our little shack
they seemed to be in another world were the expensive condos and extravagant
homes of those with last names all of the locals were familiar with. They were
at the furthest left tip of the crescent shaped shore, and because those places
reminded me so much of home, I was glad for their distance.   I did not go further than Southport’s
“official” gift shop. I did like going into town though. Away from the beach
and past the haunted house was Southport’s little downtown. There wasn’t much
to see I quickly discovered, but it was a welcomed escape from the sporadic waves
of claustrophobia I felt on days when the beach was too crowded.
    I walked up to our front door after
returning from downtown, and ran right into Ashton.
    “Hey, where are you
going?” I asked.
    “Ummm, over there?”
She said questioningly as she pointed to her left.
    I frowned, she
noticed. “All for you, remember?” She said sarcastically.
    I noticed how she’d
dressed for the occasion. Though she was wearing one of those cardigans she
never went anywhere without, she had on a pair of fitted jean shorts. This was
a change for Ash, whose style could best be described as “business casual.” No
matter the event, she was always dressed formally, ready for a meeting with the
president at a moment’s notice.
    I opened my mouth to
ask, but she only shrugged as she tucked her chest-length brown hair behind her
ear. I’d only seen her wear it down a handful of times in all the years I had
known her, but she seemed to be trying something new today. She had even blow
dried it, hardly necessary since it was naturally sleek straight anyway,
something I had always envied.   
    I sighed, “Ash-”
    She put up a finger to
stop me, “ For you ,” she said
dramatically, before walking out of the door.
    I smiled. Ash seemed
to have changed her perspective on how she was going to deal with this whole
thing.
      She was going to keep pretending she was
helping me by doing this until I begged her to stop doing me any favors. But,
though it was no secret she thought this whole thing was stupid, I think a part
of her wanted to win, just to see the look on Rachel’s face when she did.
    I watched her walk up
the stairs to his porch and ring the doorbell. Judging by the look on his face,
he had been expecting someone else. ‘ Would
that be me?’
    I headed into the
living room, where someone had left the glass doors open. I inched towards them
excitedly; with the glass doors open, I could make out almost everything they
were saying.
    “Hi, I’m Ashton, your
neighbor. Or, one of them.” She pulled a Tupperware container out of her bag
and pushed them towards him, “I bought cookies.”
    She looked down shyly,
avoiding hishalf naked body.
Apparently he wasn’t into shirts.
    He seemed to notice
her discomfort, “I’ll be right back,” he smiled.
    Ash turned towards me,
waving and giving me quick thumbs up. I remembered to pretend I wasn’t
snooping, glancing down at my phone like I had just received a fascinating text
message.   He came back fully dressed and
invited her to sit on the porch swing with him.
      “Sorry, I’m Jessie by the way,   he said.
    I huffed. I suppose I
could stop calling him Idiot now, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to. And who knew
he could be civil anyway? And why did he choose now to do it?
    She placed the cookies
on the small table beside them, meanwhile dropping her bag and the book inside.
So quickly I would have missed it if I had blinked, she bent down to reach for
her bag, and he seemed to