Sisters Brooke and Mikayla were currently sitting in their kitchen, looking at Brookes phone.
On said phone was the Instagram page of one Fred Narcy, local lifeguard at the town pool, plus uber driver on the side, and the towns designated mega-hotty.
As such, the sisters had made it their mission that this summer he would be one of theirs. A silent competition was waged, as the two of them tried befriending and flirting with him by the pool, but while he was friendly, none of their flirting seemed to get through to him.
Deciding to do some good old fashioned snooping, they found his Instagram to ascertain that either:
A) In a relationship
B) Gay
They found out that he was neither of those things, but might have found something even worse.
As they looked at his past girlfriends, they found that each was heavier than the last.
The first was roughly the size of Brooke now (Something that earned Mikayla a jab in the arm when she pointed it out) but his last girlfriend who he broke up with almost three months ago was easily in the upper 300's, maybe even low 400's.
The sisters were mulling this over while drinking freshly brewed coffee that Mikayla made.
"So what does this mean." Mikayla said to her sister.
"We find the next hottest guy in town."
"I mean, do we have to?"
Brooke narrowed her eyes at her sister.
"What are you suggesting."
"I mean, Fred is like, really hot. And just because he likes heifers doesn't mean we can't appeal to him."
"You're not suggesting what I think your suggesting."
"Wouldn't it be nice to just like, eat whatever you want and stuff? And it's not like he would leave you when you got too big or something."
"I hate how much sense your making."
"Right? So we just have a few extra sundaes every now and then, and we can have that lifeguard swimming right into our hands."
"You mean mine."
This time Mikayla narrowed her eyes at Brooke.
"I mean, as you pointed out, I'm bigger than you. So it stands to reason that he would be more interested in me than string bean you."
"String bean! I've put on like 15 pounds since working at the coffee shop! Do you have any idea how many pastries we have to throw away at the end of the day? Just gotta help myself to some of those and I'll blow up like a god damn balloon!"
"Oh that's cute sis. While your trying to pack on the pounds while running around making coffee, I'll be parked on my plump ass, eating the day old donuts Gary brought in. Not only do I have a head start, I'm going to gain so fast I'll leave you in my Dorito dust."
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
The two stormed off, and pulled out their phones, scrolling to....
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