(Okay, this story should be much more nicer than the last one -- you all know what it was. Don't worry, I promise I'll never make another story like that again. For now, just sit back, relax, and enjoy.)

Copyright 2007

It was a beautiful Saturday to be out through the town, and that's where me, Serena, and Rachel were... sort of. We were at the mall in a local beach shop where Serena was trying on some two-piece bathing suits; Rachel and I were there to see how they looked on her. Serena was wearing her green skirt, blue sweater, and blue headband. Rachel was wearing her yellow tanktop, blue jacket, and a pretty pink skirt. I was wearing my blue Monster Factory Kawasaki motocross T-shirt with 1997 Supercross Lites East Champion, Tim Ferry's last name on the back and a number 15 underneath it.

"Guys, how does this one look?" Serena asked us, holding a blue two-piece swimsuit with flowers all over it so we could see it.

"Not too bad," I said, thinking about it.

"It's my sister's favorite color."

Serena was surprised at what I said. Rachel just gave a sheepish laugh at her best friend.

"Serena," She said to her.

"Remind me again why you and I are shopping for bathing suits?"

"Rachel," Serena started to say to her girlfriend.

"It is the summer season, and summer means swimsuits just wanting women like ourselves to put them on and look good for really cute guys to drool over!"

"Serena, you've already got me!!" I said to her.

"I know that," Serena said to me.

"Which is another part of the reason why I'm shopping for a new bathing suit -- I wanna look good for you."

"You don't have to," I said to her, blushing a little.

"Mathew's right, Serena," Rachel said to her.

"You don't need to get another bathing suit just to look good for Mathew or show off for some other guy; some bathing suits are expensive, even when shopping online. Besides, Mathew loves you just the way you are like how he loves me like a sister."

Serena sighed.

"Yeah, I know, Rachel," She said to her.

"But didn't you get that light blue number just to match Jimmy's swimshorts?"

(Rachel's P.O.V.)

Serena was pointing to a light blue one-piece bathing suit I was holding in my left hand. The color was very similar to one of Jimmy's light blue swimshorts.

"No, it's not that," I said.

My face briefly turned red.

"I only wanted it just because I thought it would look cool on me; Mathew thinks so, even though it isn't red -- don't you, Mathew?"

I turned my head to Mathew.

"Um, sure," He said, looking down.

"Alright, Mathew," Serena said to him.

"What does Rachel have that I don't which makes you like her a little more than me?"

"Basically, it's the hair," Mathew responded to Serena's question.

"The hair?" Serena asked.

"Mm-hmm," I responded.

"When I first met him, he told me that he judges a girl by three unusual things -- hairstyle, outfit, and attitude; and... I happen to fall into all three of his categories."

"What if I grew my hair, Mathew?" Serena asked him.

"You don't need to -- I like you just the way you are, even though your hair is short," Mathew responded.

"See, Serena," I said to her.

"He still loves you, and besides, there's a big difference in the way he loves the both of us -- me as a sister, and you as his dream girl/sweetheart."

"You're probably right, Rach," Serena said to me.

(Serena's P.O.V.)

Right after our conversation, Rachel and I both paid for our swimsuits and exited the store.

"So, should we get something to eat, girls?" Mathew asked us.

"Yeah, I'm a little hungry myself," I responded to my boyfriend.

"What about you, Rachel?"

"Sure, what do you guys wanna eat?" Rachel asked us.

"Maybe the three of us could share a pizza?" I suggested.

"Why not," Mathew said.

The three of us went to a nearby pizza stand, ordered three slices and each of us paid for them. We sat down at a nearby table and enjoyed our pizza slices. Rachel and I both ordered cheese, while Mathew was the only one amongst us who ordered pepperoni. The only one who was absent from our group was Jimmy Kudo himself, but today was reasonable -- he was out on yet another case with Inspector Meguire, leaving the three of us only. He told us if he got lucky, he may meet us here when we were finished shopping.

"Man, this slice is good," I said.

I was the first one to finish his/her slice of pizza; Mathew was next, and Rachel was last. We threw away our napkins and washed our hands in the bathrooms. When we all met up, we were deciding on what to do next.

"It's just after 1 p.m.," Rachel said to us, checking her watch.

Just after one, I thought.

"So, girls, what should we do next?" Mathew asked us.

"I've got an idea," I spoke up.

"Rachel, whaddya say you and I break in our new swimsuits at the beach and look good for some cute guys?"

(Rachel's P.O.V.)

"Why not, Serena," I said, agreeing with her.

"But, Serena, did you have to mention something about guys? You have Mathew you know."

"I know, I have Mathew," Serena said to me.

"But I really could use some time on the beach."

"Well, then let's go," I said.

"You coming, Mathew?" Serena asked Mathew.

"For sure," He responded.

"Lucky thing I brought my own shorts."

Mathew had happened to bring along his swimshorts and left them in my beach bag that I brought along.

We left the mall for one of the nearby beaches.

End of chapter.

(Okay, here we go, this'll wrap up my first new story in quite a while. Hopefully something like this will get me back on Detective Conan Addict's favorites list. Leave those reviews and hope they're positive.)