A group of teenagers sits around the bonfire, enjoying one
of the last days of summer. Everything looks good, feels
natural. Old friends just hanging out...
Annie feels an odd sort of tension between herself and her old friends
growing, as if they don’t quite “get” each other anymore.
Annie is calm and
cool, by herself smoking a cigarette. Not many of her friends
smoke, but that’s okay by her. She likes something that can
clear her mind without going for a long walk.
Meg looks at herself in the mirror. She turns her back and
sees how her soft skin brims over the top of her bra. She
pulls and pokes at the rolls in her back. She’s not fat or
particularly hefty, no – but she’s still got a round stomach
her mother once assured her was lingering “baby fat” and
would just go away with time. How much time, she’s
wondering.
Annie turns her head away for a moment, as
Westley holds onto her in the back seat of the car.
Her legs are cramped in the small space, and she’s
not really sure how to comfortably hold her body.
She feels the need to turn away for a moment
because she’s overwhelmed by the amount of saliva
that’s being deposited on her face. She doesn’t feel
good, she doesn’t feel turned on. All she feels is a
wet, lifeless tongue in her mouth.
Meg looks on when Westley and Annie
take photos together. She is feeling something deep in the
pit of her stomach, a sort of regret that she never got up the
courage to ask Westley to prom. For as outgoing and brash
as she can be, she is also very insecure and shy. Looking at
the two of them now, she feels that rejection probably
would have felt better than this terrible sense of regret.
