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Jaye has a tattoo of angel wings on her back. They’re big, starting just above her shoulder blades and ending just above the line of her hip huggers, and they’re entirely in black ink. Each individual feather is perfectly detailed—they seem ready to pop from her skin at any moment. That day, she wore only a string bikini under her jeans, and the bra-like swimsuit top served as the protection of small children at the beach from her nudity. Her pale blonde hair was cropped short, so there was nothing hindering my view of that beautiful tattoo. Well, except Gavin’s arm.
Jaye is rake-thin, and pretty in a way that’s very different from the other beachy girls around here. That day when I first met her, I was sure she was a lesbian. The boy I took to be her brother turned out to be her boyfriend. Gavin had the same pale blond hair as Jaye, and they seemed built in much the same way; thin, light and airy. I assumed they were fraternal twins.
Jaye’s laugh was as light as a songbird’s, her head turning to look at me as we continued our stroll down the beach. “Gavin and I are a couple, Kahili.”
Kahili is my name, by the way. “But you look so—“
“Alike?” Gavin interrupted me with a smile that revealed rows of gleaming white teeth. He made me self-conscious of my own slightly yellow ones.
“We get that a lot,” Jaye said, apologetically.
I thought about this, all the while observing them intently. My silence must have made Jaye nervous, because she began to talk again.
“We’re tourists, which you probably figured.”
I nodded. Most people you met on O’ahu were, especially this close to Waikiki Beach. Most tourists, however, didn’t try to make too much conversation with the locals aside from directions to this-or-that tourist trap.
She started talking again. I would soon learn that Jaye was impatient with silence, and chatter, no matter how trivial, kept her at ease. “Hawaii is one of the places I’ve always wanted to visit, you know? Since I was a little little kid. I learned the names of the eight main islands and memorized them all and I still remember them. Hawai’i , Maui, Kahoʻolawe, Lana’i, Moloka’i, O’ahu, Kaua’i, Ni’ihau. Can you hula?”
I tilted my head at the sudden question directed toward me, and then shook my head. “No, I can’t. Not really. I mean, they used to teach us how to do that stuff in elementary school, but…” I drifted off as my mind wandered, and felt shyer as it became obvious that conversation wasn’t my strong suit.
She didn’t seem to mind taking the lead in the conversation, anyway. “That’s fine. I mean, it’d be weird if Hawaiians were all like that silly stereotype of the hula girl with the grass skirt and a coconut bra.” She laughed again, though I wasn’t sure that she’d told a joke. “You don’t have a coconut bra, of course.”
The truth was, I did have a coconut bra. I had a cheap plastic one that I’d worn at a graduation party a couple years back over my t-shirt. We’d gone all out with plastic leis and plastic grass skirts and even a plastic tiki bar that had fallen apart halfway through the party when Bryce tried to lean on it. But, I knew what Jaye wanted me to say, so I nodded my head in agreement.
“I knew it. It was kinda rude of me to ask about hula-ing, now that I think about it. So, Kahili, will you be our friend while we’re in Hawaii?” The question was genuine, I could tell by the look on her face, but it was still odd.
“…Come again?” I asked, taken a little aback. Who asks for friends in such a forthright manner? Then, I thought, with a face like hers, who could say no? Of course, I tried to banish that thought. Trying to hook up with a girl who was not only taken, but taken by a guy, wasn’t the best way to keep my self-respect on the high end of the spectrum.
“Our friend. In Hawaii. And when we’ve left, we can write each other. Or, you know, talk on the phone. E-mail’s cool too. You have internet, right?”
I nodded mutely.
“There I go again!” She laughed, and I felt my stomach flip.
I’m in love, I thought. I don’t know how, but this silly girl’s stolen my heart.
“Of course you have internet, I mean, why wouldn’t you? Just cause you’re on an island doesn’t mean you don’t know how to Google.”
I found myself watching the mostly silent Gavin, comparing him to me, trying to find out what she liked, what I should do to get her attention more. He’s shy, I thought. Or maybe just stoic. Well, he’s quiet, and I’m mostly quiet too. Maybe if I lost a little weight to be as skinny as him. The realization of what I was doing hit me a few seconds afterward. One more laugh was all it took to change from self-respect to…to this? The disgust I was feeling with myself must have shown on my face, because Jaye’s long monologue about the internet faltered.
“Uh. You don’t have to be our friend if you don’t want to. I mean, it is sorta weird to ask you to…”
“No,” I responded quickly. “It’s fine. What does friendship with you entail?”
Her face brightened. “Walks on the beach, getting drunk under the stars, loud music and long, boring talks about nothing. With a little shopping inbetween.”
I smiled at her. “Sounds fun.”
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Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please...
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