Tell Me That You're Mine

"Why are you still sleeping!?! Wake up!" Arabella yelled in my ear, and then proceeded to jump up and down on my bed . I groaned loudly.
"Belle, why are you even here? It's only," I looked at the clock, "nine ten!"
She looked at me sheepishly. "I can't sleep any longer, and my parents are at work so I didn't want to be home alone."
"Fine." I threw the comforter off me and stood up, putting my hair into a messy bun. I pulled back my curtains and looked out the window. The sun was bright and there were only a few white puffy clouds in the sky. It was times like this that I loved Florida's weather.
"Do you want to go lay out by the pool? I need a tan and I have lots to tell you." I smiled. Arabella's face lit up.
"Yes! And I have a few stories of my own to tell you..." She smirked. I laughed at the expression on her face.
"Okay." I grabbed my favorite bathing suit out of my drawer and told Arabella to pick one for herself before I headed to the bathroom to change. When I was in the bathroom I washed my face and brushed my hair and teeth. I changed into my bathing suit last. I made my way back down the hallway to my room and heard Big Time Rush playing loudly, accompanied by Belle’s singing. The door was still closed, so I pushed it open slowly and found Arabella sitting in my desk chair, my laptop open on the desk blaring the music. She was taking pictures of herself on my webcam.
"ARE YOU READY?" I screamed over the music. She jumped and turned around, laughing.
"Yeah." She stood up and followed me through the big glass double doors to where the pool was.
I laid my towel on one of the many lounge chairs laid out along the Olympic sized pool. It was crystal clear. My dad doesn't play around with his pool. Arabella settled in the chair next to mine and closed her eyes. The silence was loud.
"Don't you guys have a radio out here?" Arabella sighed.
"Yeah," I huffed and got back up. The radio was on 103.3 the vibe, and it was playing Chris Brown's new-ish song back to the crib.
"Ah! Turn it up!" She screamed. I complied, turning the dial up. My dad's speakers were extremely high end and placed around the whole pool so wherever you went you could feel the bass, even when it was quiet enough for talking, like it is now. She closed her eyes again and laid back down.
"So, you tell your story first." I suggested when I settled in.
"Okay. Well you know that place we found that one day when we were walking around town?" she started.
"Yes..." I gestured for her to continue.
"Well after James escaped all the girls, it was really hot so we walked to my house, got my car and spent the day there." She finished. I squinted my eyes at her.
"There's more."
"Okay." She didn't continue.
"What happened?!?" I thumped my hands down on the chair beside me. She laughed loudly.
"Umm, well he caught me staring at him when we were about to use the rope swing he found. It was embarrassing." She wasn’t telling me something. I gave her a look. She groaned.
"Fine. We were playing Marco Polo in the water. He was Polo. Or Marco? Uhh, he was the one trying to hide." She looked to see if I understood. I nodded and she continued.
"Well I’m really bad at that game, you know." She laughed, stalling telling me whatever she didn't want to tell me.
"Yes, yes, yes, I know, Belle. You've been my best friend since seventh grade. I know you well, well enough to know that right now you're not telling me something. Something big."
She just watched me, knowing I caught her.
"Fine. He kissed me." She closed her eyes and stuck her fingertips in her ears, knowing what I was gonna do next.
I jumped out of my seat and slapped my knees.
"WHAT!?!?" I stomped the ground. "THAT'S NOT FAIR!"
She looked confused. "Why?"
"I DIDNT GET TO KISS KENDALL. HE WAS LEGIT THIS CLOSE," I held my thumb and pointer fingers close together, almost touching. "TO KISSING ME AND THEN MOM CALLED ME!" I groaned and plopped back down on my chair. She started laughing at me. I gave her a look and she attempted to stop.
"I'm sorry; I've just never seen you act like this before!" She started laughing again and I couldn't help but laugh along with her. I shook my head and laid back down, letting the sun tan my skin. Arabella let the subject drop so all I heard for a long while was the music, my breathing, and birds chirping. I must've fallen asleep after a while because soon I was being buzzed awake by my phone. I sighed and unlocked it. The text was from an unknown number.

Sydney!

I was confused.

Who's this?

I set my phone down and didn't have to wait long for a reply.

Kendalllll(:

I screamed. Arabella jumped and looked at me like I was crazy.
"Kendall just texted me!" I pointed at my phone. She laughed at me and laid back down.

Oh, hey! Haha sorry, I didn't have your number saved in my phone.

Lol, it's all good. So do you any have plans for tonight?"

Nopee, just chillin(:

You wanna do a dinner date?"

I screamed, even louder than the last scream. Arabella sighed. "He asked you on a date?"
"How'd you know??" I squealed.
"Oh, I’m just that good." she rolled her eyes before she closed them again.

I replied, yes!(:

So I’ll pick you up at seven? Oh, and wear something special, we're going to a fancy restaurant(:

Okay, see you then (:

See you.

I screeched again.
"I need something to wear! Let's go to the mall!" I stood up and ran upstairs to get dressed. Arabella was not far behind me, changing back into her clothes. Her phone rang. "Hello? Oh hey! Yeah, what’s up? Mmhm, Sydney and I are going to the maaaall. You wanna go?"
"Hey Syd, do you mind if Bree comes with us to the mall?"
"No! The more the merrier!" I laughed.
"She doesn't mind. Yeah, you gonna meet us there? Okay, like a half hour. See you there!" She clicked off her phone and plopped on my bed. I finished putting on my eyeliner before I let my hair down. It was in soft waves from being in a bun. I pulled on my shoes and led Belle out to my truck. We pulled up at the mall about 20 minutes later. We met up with Bree at the entrance.
"I think we should go to Rue first." Arabella smiled.
Bree and I agreed, and we walked made our way to our favorite store, Rue 21.
"So what made you guys decide to come to the mall?" Bree asked. Arabella coughed, obviously not a real one.
"Um, I have a date tonight and I thought I could use a new outfit." I couldn't help but smile at the thought.
"Oh really, with who?" Bree raised her eyebrows at me. I could feel my face getting red.
"Kendall Schmidt. He's a singer." Arabella butted in, smirking at me.
"Oh my gosh, is he in a band or what?" Bree smiled. I sighed.
"Yeah, he's in a band called Big Time Rush." I answered her sheepishly.
"Oh, I’ve never heard of them." She laughed. "Who are they?"
"Well," Arabella started. "They are kind of a boy band. There’s Kendall, James," She paused and smiled dreamily before continuing, "Carlos and Logan." She finished.
"What are they like?" Bree prodded for more information about the guys. "And how do they look??"
"Well, let's start with Kendall. He's the level headed one, pretty much the leader of the group. He has shaggy dark blonde hair, thick eyebrows, dimples, and gorgeous green eyes." Arabella stopped until Bree asked her to continue.
"And James...?"
"JAMES. MMMM." Arabella made a funny noise before continuing. "James is the daring one. He has flippy brown hair, mesmerizing brown eyes, and an amazing smile." She looked off dreamily. I nudged her arm and brought her back to reality. "Oh.”
"And the rest...?" Bree urged her on.
"Okay, Carlos is the goofball. He’s the one who will always make you laugh. He has short, dark hair and the cutest little freckle near his chin." She paused to judge Bree's thoughts of him. She continued when Bree raised her eyebrows. "Logan?"
"Logan is the flirt. He's extremely charming. He has short brown hair that he spikes, kind of to the side. His teeth are legit perfect, and he has the most adorable crooked smile." She finished, picking up a cute tank top and looking at the size.
"Wow, they sound like a very attractive group of guys." Bree laughed, walking towards the accessories. She had no idea.

*****

We roamed the mall for another half hour before we went into a store called Papaya. I was looking through the shirts when I found a top that was dressy but my style. I paired it with one of those tight bandage skirts and brought them to the dressing room. I put them on and modeled the outfit for Belle and Bree.
"I love that on you!" Bree exclaimed.
"Syd, that skirt makes your butt and legs look friggin sexy as hell." Belle said, standing back so she could get a better view. I busted out laughing.
"So this is the outfit?" I asked. "It's fancy enough?"
"Definitely." Bree nodded. "Some little accessories and stunning hair will make it perfect."
"But I still need shoes. I have nothing to match with this." I groaned.
"It's all good. There’s a shoe store not too far away." Belle assured me. I changed out of the outfit and back into my mall clothes. Belle led me to the shoe store and I headed straight towards the gladiator sandals. After finding absolutely nothing, Belle ran around the corner.
"I found shoes!" She exclaimed. I followed her.
"Heels?" I groaned.
"Aren't they adorable?!" She smiled widely.
"Uh, yeah. But...they're heels." I frowned.
"Shutup and try them on." She laughed, shoving the box at me. I put them on and stood up.
"Those look so good!" Bree pointed at them. Truthfully they weren't too bad. They added a few unwanted inches, but Belle and Bree were right, they were cute. I took them off and put them back in the box, tucking the box under my arm.
"Yes!" She smiled. I paid for them and then the three of us made our way to the food court for some lunch. It was only about one o’clock when we sat down with our food. I was about halfway through eating my salad when Belle started giggling.
"What?" I laughed along with her, confused. Then I felt a large pair of hands cover my eyes. My hands immediately reached up to try to figure out who it was. I put my hands on their arms and moved them upwards to the person's biceps. It was most definitely a guy. I moved my hands from his arms to his hair and ruffled it up. I heard him chuckle. I smiled.
"Hey, Kendall." he removed his arms from my eyes and I looked up to see him. He was smiling at me. "Hey."
James was on Kendall's left and Logan was on his right. I stood up, realizing I hadn't officially met either one of them. Logan spoke first. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Logan." He smiled his crooked smile at me and held his hand out. I shook it briefly. Oh my god. Belle was right, he is extremely charming.
"I'm Sydney." I smiled back. I looked to James.
"I'm James." James smiled and waved at me. I smiled.
"Hey, James."
I heard a throat cleared behind me.
"Oh! This is Arabella," I pointed to Belle, "And Bree." I pointed to Bree, who smiled briefly at James before turning her attention to Logan.
"So, where's Carlos?" I asked Kendall.
"Oh, he drove down to Miami this morning to visit his family." He explained.
"Oh, alright." I laughed. "Well what are you guys doing here?"
"We came to hang out, maybe buy some new clothes, since we had some time off." Kendall replied. "You guys done eating?"
I grabbed my empty tray and dumped it in the garbage can. Bree and Arabella did the same. "Yep."
I picked up the bags of clothes off the floor and started walking alongside Kendall.
"What did you buy?" He tried to look in the bags but I jerked them away.
"An outfit for tonight that you can't see." I looked back and saw that Belle and James had followed us, walking together and talking. James slung his arm around her shoulders and they walked along behind us contentedly. That had left Bree to talk to Logan, and they looked like they were getting along well. He would flash her one of his dazzling smiles and she would respond with a giggle and a blush in her cheeks.