Page 13 of Beachy Sweetheart
1 new private message.
Trevor: Oh no! He’s PMing me!!!
Maddie: ANSWER HIMMMM!!!
I switch over to my private message inbox and grin at the message.
DaddyAttyAndy:I didn’t mean to put you on the spot there. But if you’re interested, so am I.
I squeal and hug my phone.
RaccoonBandit:Yes, please and thank you. I’ll send pics of my outfit choices when I get off. If that’s okay? I can’t really send pics right now. I’m elbows deep in trash. Okay, not rightrightnow, but I have been. I’ll be here until 4:30, then I’m booking it home for a shower and speeding my way to the club.
I swallow back fear as I wait for his reply. He’s always been so nice in our chats I don’t expect problems, but?—
DaddyAttyAndy:Please do not break any laws to get to the club. I’d like to meet you all in one piece ;)
If it weren’t for the winking smiley face, I’d think he was upset with me.
RaccoonBandit:I’ll be good. Promise! Probs be easier via phones though? Here’s my number.
Holy chicken strips. I just gave him my number.
Trevor: I lost my mind! I gave him my number ;__;
Maddie: OMG YAYYYY!!! Send him a selfie!
Trevor: No omg omg omg I can’t do that!
Maddie: Gah you are way too cute for your own good. It’s probably more romantic to just meet for the first time in person and not know what each other looks like until then.
Trevor: You know this isn’t really a romance thing for me.
But I don’t think I’d mind if it turned romantic. I just need the release Little play gives me. It lets me get out of my head and away from my responsibilities in a fun way. I can just be a kid, something I wasn’t allowed to be much in actual childhood. I was “so cute” I had to be front and center at the ticket booth of the carnival to help sell tickets.
Now that I’m older, I think mom still uses me for my looks. I can draw in girls and their friends like no one else. I know because mom told me about the marketing experiments. At twenty-three, I’m young enough to kind of still relate to high schoolers and old enough to pull in the college kids.
Speaking of people. I shove my phone into my pocket, still waiting for Daddy Andy to answer me. Three people approach me. One holding their wrist strangely. The other two have weird smiles on their faces. All three are in bikini tops and mesh over shirts.
“Hi,” the only brunette of the three says,“I’m Mallory and this is June and Petra.”
“Hi.” I tip my head and give them each a glance. “Can I help you with something?”
I give them a smile, but I wonder why they’re talking to me, of all people. I’m surrounded by trash and I’m not sure what the heck I have down the front of my shirt, but I’m thinking slushie. I’m more than a little self-conscious about it.
“If you could direct us to the first aid, we’d appreciate it. June tripped and caught herself, but we think she sprained her wrist or something. Wanted to get it looked at.”
I bob my head and wave. “Probably better if I take you there. It’s a bit of a maze to find it.”
All three giggle and I suppress the eye roll. I leave my trash bin, but bring the bag with me. “Are you getting enough water? Sunscreen? We have complimentary of both in the first aid trailer if you need them.”
“What’s your name?” Petra asks as if I don’t wear a name tag.
“Trevor and he/him.”
They all giggle and Petra says, “We’re all she/hers.” She wiggles her shoulders. Her breasts shimmy and I look back down the path.
“Awe, he’s shy.” Mallory reaches out to touch my forearm, but I side step away.
