Long summer

Melissa giggled to herself as she turned the page of her newest chick flick. Suddenly, a not to eager a not to bored yet not to eager “Hi!” interrupted her. Just by hearing that practiced measured tone and the ring of confidence that loomed after it, Melissa could conclude a few things about the owner of the voice. Number one, the girl was part of the social elite (very common where she was). Number two, the girl had a perfect tan and a Sports Illustrated worthy body. Number three, she didn’t eat, but that was an easy one. After all, they were in the Hamptons, and anybody who was a somebody in East Hampton did not eat.
Pushing her old-not vintage, just plain old-fossil shades up her forehead, Melissa studied the girl towering above her. She smiled. As predicted the girl was beautiful. The swimsuit model body, the skin commercial tan, her L’Oreal perfect honey hair, and deep bright green eyes contrasted perfectly with the Michael Kors orange bikini she was sporting.
“Hi.” Melissa answered warmly.
The girl smiled at Melissa and held out a neatly French manicured hand. “I’m Jessica Hovel. My parents were talking to yours and they pointed me in your direction.” Melissa extended her own non manicured hand and shook Jessica’s promptly.
“I’m Melissa Carlyle. Nice to meet you. Wanna sit down?” She added seeing that her new acquaintance was still standing, and she was squinting up at her awkwardly.
“Yeah, thanks,” Jessica cooed smoothing down the towel where she would be sitting. “So,” she drawled, “I heard that you guys just got a house here. That’s awesome. I’ve been coming for ever so if you need anything just tell me.” She half bragged half offered as she smothered her brown body with sun tanning lotion.
Melissa smiled at her new friend. “Oh thanks, I will. Actually I have been here once before, when I was a kid. But things have definitely changed.”
Jessica raked her fingers through he wavy hair, pulling it into a messy bun. The stray hairs framed her high cheekbones.
“Totally. Now everything is so much better. Do you have a cell phone?” Jessica asked taking her pink sidekick out of the orange Hermes beach bag.
“Um, yeah,” answered Melissa momentarily flustered with the display of a couple thousand dollars worth of merchandise, the well thought color scheme, and the way it all fit perfectly with the expensive beach day mood that hung in the air. Recovering she pulled her white Razr Slide out of a beach bag, a gift from Pepsi one time she had attended a beach volley-ball tournament in Tampa. The girls traded numbers and put the phones away. As if on cue, a bright pink jaguar, no top, stopped on the boardwalk above them, honking twice.
“That’s me!” Jessica announced, standing up and throwing the Hermes bag over her shoulder. “It was great meeting you! Give me a call tonight to see if we can meet. Here in the Hampton’s we do something every night!”
“Okay. That sounds fun, thanks Jessica.” replied Melissa. Jessica air kissed her on both cheeks. Melissa watched her walk away on her long slim legs. Just before getting in the car she turned around and hollered, “By the way, call me Jess. Everyone does!” She winked, jumped in the car, and she was gone. Melissa rolled her eyes as she read the license plate on the Jaguar as it rushed off. It said, in glittery letters “Glam01”. This is going to be a long summer, she thought to herself as she picked up her book and lowered her sunglasses.