"Vic, I'm not wearing this." I threw back the skimpy bath suit that he picked out for me yesterday. I didn't know he knew my size, but whatever.

"Oh what are you going to wear then?" He smirked. I motioned to Vic's t-shirt I was wearing and my sweat bottoms.

"It's fucking cold. The more clothes, the better." I smiled. He furrowed his brows. Suddenly his face lit up.

"I know what to do! Put that on and a sundress!" He yelled, running out of the room the grab his wallet. I groaned then slipped off my top and bra. Oli walked in, and whistled.

"Damn." He winked. I threw Vic's shirt at him. I put on the skimpy top, and the bottoms, not caring if Oli was looking.

"How do I look?" I asked.

"You might want something to hide those." He pointed at my scars.

"Vic! I want something that will cover-" I yelled and he cut me off.

"Don't worry about it, now come on!"

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I grabbed my new surfboard and ran into the ocean. It felt nice, besides on my feet. Why can't wetsuits get that too? I smiled at Vic, who was next to me. We walked out until it was up to my waist. I hopped on the board and started paddling. This should be interesting, to say the least.

Notes

Super short, lack of inspiration...sorry :(