The Pool

“How about that swanky pool next to the clubhouse in my neighborhood? Stop off at my place and pick you up a bikini. Mine should fit. Well kinda, your hips are bangin’ and they may or may not work.”

“Yeah, stupid fertility curse. Really affects my mannish figure.”

Alex laughs off your little joke and pulls over onto the main road. It’s a short trip to her place and you fill the time looking through her CDs.

“All I’m saying is get an aux cord or something. CDs are old school like CB radio or box TVs... Oh!.. never mind.”

“No way, what’s up? Tell me or I’m pulling over.”

Reluctantly you hold up a CD and hear the helpless cackle of laughter from Alex.

“Taylor Swift?! After all of the shit you’ve given me over liking her?! Christ, we gotta play it now. Put it in, bitch.”

Happily you pop the disc into the player and your ears are blessed with her popular recent hits about bad blood.

“And I’m not your bitch, Alex.”

“Bullshit. My clothes, my car, my new girlfriend, and my bitch.”

The two of you go back and forth for a while until finally pulling up to Alex’s house to pick up a swimsuit.