"It's all right."It's all right. I'll help you and we make the next paper the best one ever." "It's no use", Andrea said, now crying. "There's no way anyone can do it, and it's all my fault. I left things unattended, and now everything is falling apart. It's my fault! Mine!" "No, it's not", Brandon said, hearing the door open behind him. Andrea turned her face away for a second, trying to wipe the tears off her face. "I thought you were here..." Brenda said to Brandon, stopping at the sight of Andrea crying. She walked over the room and touched Andrea's arm gently. "It's all right", Andrea said and told them that she was going to be fine. Brenda asked Brandon if she could borrow his car, beacuse she and Kelly were going to catch some rays at the beach. And maybe watch the hunks playing volleyball, comparing their butts to Mel Gibson's. After some persuasion Brandon agreed, since he wasn't going to need it himself tonight and Brenda promised that Dylan would drive him home from the school. He passed the keys to Brenda, warning her that he'd kill her if anything happened to his car. "Would you mind if I joined you", Andrea asked, having wiped all the tears off now. Her eyes were bright again, like after a spring rain. "Sure... but what about the paper?" Brenda asked. "As I said, there is nothing I can do about it. So, why should I ruin my day thinking about it inside these four walls?" ----- "Earth to Brenda, Earth to Brenda, pass me the oil", Kelly asked Brenda, who was focused to a gorgeous guy walking into the waves. As usual, the day was perfect without a single cloud anywhere. "Oh, sure", Brenda said, finally noticing what her best friend had said. She passed the little bottle to her. Kelly started putting the oil slowly on her body, enjoying the California sun and hot sand. Andrea sat up and looked at the guy, whose head was now visible among the waves. Nice hairdo, though, but such things had no importance for her. |