Spring Break....The Drama of Lydia and Samantha

Finally, its Spring Break. A time of rest, relaxation, and of course, parties. There were so many things from the previous grading period I wanted to get off of my mind. Fights with friends, messy break ups, horrible Valentine's days. Sometimes being a teenager is more trouble than it needs to be.

I looked over at my cell phone at the exact time it started ringing. Its so freaky when I do that. As I expected, it was Samantha. Poor kid just broke up with her boyfriend of a year and a half. Just in time for spring break too. Oh well, spring is the time of rebirth, maybe this will be the case for both our love lives.

"Hey sweetie, how you doin?" I asked as sympathetically as possible.

"Just fine. You wanna go shopping for somethin to wear to Patrick's party? I'm so tired of my clothes." Wow. She's still going to Patricks? They just broke up. I see the next few days won't be easy.

"Uh, you sure you still wanna go? I mean, you just broke up with him. We can go see a movie or something, maybe go man-hunting."

"No, I'm goin to Patrick's"

"Well, okay then. I'll be at your house in thirty minutes."

This is going to be a long week. I hope Sam remembers shes not the only one going through emotional crap right now. As I thought this, I subconciously looked at the broken heart picture frame sitting by my bed. I still love you Zach, even if you don't love me.

A few hours later I found myself sitting in a dressing room trying to console a teary eyed Samantha. A mountain of clothes on the floor. She needs to learn to not be so emotional. I mean, come on. He's just a guy, and she's only seventeen.

"Sweetie, your not fat. None of these look bad on you. Don't you realize I could kill to have your body?"

This sentiment was true of course. My curvy hour glass shaped body has been my curse since 6th grade. It can be seen in two views: trashy or fat. If only I had Sam's slim, lean frame.

"Dude, I WANT a body. I have nothing. I am not claiming to be fat, I'm claiming to be skinny. Too skinny. I have nothing. All these clothes look flat on me."

"Well, I don't know what to tell you then"

What seemed like hours later, we were heading home. In the back were identical bags with mostly identical tops. Baby-doll halters, one pink and orange, one blue and lime. Now to get ready for the party.

"Does this look wild?"

"No, does my hair look too big? Its all about the volume."

"No, your good."

This is what a day in the life of Lydia and Samantha is like. We couldn't live with out each other. Or so I thought.

At the party, there was all the usual forms of entertainment. Drunken teenagers looking for attention with crude games and dancing, random shout matches, flirting, and cheating.

"Hey, Lydia, isn't it?"

I turned around to see who was talking and was delightfully impressed. The new boy I'd been thinking about for a while, Adam. Tall and slightly large, given the current fashion trends. According to fashion experts, guys are supposed to be tiny wusses, but not Adam. He was perfect.

"Yeah, Adam, right? I've seen you around. Having fun?"

"Yeah, I guess...you want a drink?"

I told Sam where I was going and she gave me the thumbs up. Tonight may be better than I was expecting. Of course, I'd have to watch out for Patrick. The idiot didnt realize that once you break up with somebody, thats it.


____To Be Continued.....