Swim in the neighbors pool.

"...go swimming!" Amy says triumphantly.

You frown. "What? Where?"

"Next door," she says simply, still grinning. You sigh, and pause the show.

"So your plan to do something exciting is just going next door to use the pool?" Your neighbors had a pretty lavish pool, it was true, taking up most of the backyard and still leaving more space left over than you had in your own backyard. "Come on, they're never going to let us use it. Don't even think they're home tonight, even if they were going to let strangers go swimming...." You look up and Amy is shaking her head, palm covering her face.

"No, you dork, I'm not talking about trying to get ourselves invited over. I'm talking about right now, tonight, going over ourselves and enjoying the water!" You stare at her for a second before what she's actually suggesting clicks in your mind.

"Amy, no."

"Come on!" she says, jumping to her feet, "you said it yourself! They're not even home!"

"I said I think they aren't home. And even if they were, that'd be crazy to do!"

"So? Let's be a little crazy!" Amy lets her comment hang in the air for a moment, and for whatever stupid reason, you actually start to consider it. You scrunch your eyes tight and groan, not knowing why you are about to say yes, but you say it anway.

"...Fine." Amy's face lights up, and she pumps her fist.

"Yes! This'll be awesome! Come on, we can use one of your deck chairs to get over the fence." Amy says, and turning the TV off, you start to follow her with a pit in your stomach and a flutter in your heart... that quickly turns to panic as Amy quickly undoes her jeans and whips them down to her ankles, mooning you in her purple thong as she bends over to take her pants off.

"Gah! Amy, what the hell?!" you say, putting a hand up in front of your face and turning away. Amy rolls her eyes and continues by pulling her shirt over her head, exposing a black bra.

"Oh don't be a baby, you've seen me in less," she says.

"Don't remind me...."

"And what did you think I was going to do, swim fully clothed? I didn't plan on bringing a swimsuit or anything, y'know," she continues, and looks you up and down for a moment. "If you want to be a chicken and go grab yourself a swimsuit, I won't stop you, but like, if we're doing this at all why half-ass it, right?"

You think it over for a moment. You could easily go get a swimsuit and still indulge your friend in something fun, but Amy's impulsiveness was starting to become contagious...