I rolled out my polka-dotted towel onto the sun heated sand and stretched out, basking under the sun. I flicked my sunglasses over my face and hummed along to the Beach Boys’ “California Girls” blasting from the stereo. I opened my eyes and leaned over when I heard rustling beside me. I watched as Georgia had also laid out her towel and laid down. “Hi Georgia.” Georgia leaned over. “Hi, Stacey.” The both of us leaned back...

The heat of the bonfire warmed my hands as Lacy slightly nudged me. “Look straight ahead.” I slightly nodded, waited for a couple of seconds, and glanced up, peering over the flames of the raging bonfire. Sitting on a stump in between a group of other seniors sat Max, who seemed to be glancing back through his messy black hair, his green eyes sharply reflecting the fire’s dim light. Somewhere among the circle, a girl yell...