"Where is your jacket?" asked Jack, as I got into car in cutoffs and my new cropped tank top.

"I don't need one," I said, offhandedly shaking out my long bleached blond hair. The beachy waves were having the desired effect and he watched intently as the golden halo settle around me.

"Meaning you plan on taking mine so you can be warm, but it wont mess up your outfit," he said, putting the car in drive and heading over to the beach.

"Well obviously. We live in Maine- you know that, right? It gets cold at night on the beach."

I slipped off my flip-flops and put my feet on the dash, admiring my fresh pink pedicure, and raising the volume on the radio as my favorite song comes on.

"I've tried playing it cool, but when I'm looking at you, I can't ever be brave, 'cause you make my heart race-."

"I can't believe you like these guys," said Jack, rolling his eyes, "What's more, I can't believe I'm letting you play this in my car."

"Its not your car yet," I clarified, continuing my song, "Get out, get out, get out of my head, and fall into my arms instead."

Jack is a very good driver- too good, some may say. Okay, sure, he does drive a little on the safe side and a little under the speed limit, but whatever. It's not a race, you know? The only issue is that the guys next to us at the stoplight seem to disagree.

"Well if it isn't Grandma Jack behind the wheel. We wanted to race, thought you were your brother for a second there," said the guy in the passenger seat, I think his name is Tommy and he's two grades above us, in Jack's brother's Ben's grade. The Chevy '68 Jack is currently crawling along in is Ben's now, but it'll be Jack's once Ben graduates and goes to college next year.

"Yeah, well I'm not," said Jack. Jack does not like being compared to his brother. The two boys hardly ever get along; in fact, I'm shocked Ben let Jack have the car at all today.

"And doesn't your girlfriend know it!" joked the driver, another boy I recognized, but whom didn't know by name.

"Thank goodness," I yell back. "Benji's got nothing on my Jack!"

Then I hopped up on to Jack's lap and kissed him hard on the mouth. The light turned green and I backed off just as the truck pulled away, the boys hooting with laughter.

"Just drive," I said, blushing bright pink. Instead, Jack just looked at me incredulously, until a car behind him beeped and he jumped about a foot. It was like he'd forgotten where we were or something.

"What was that?" asked Jack, as we pulled into the parking lot at the beach. Thank goodness, I had started to think I had bit the poor boy's tongue off; we hadn't spoken the whole rest of the ride.

"Those guys were being annoying, so I shut them up," I said, shrugging.

"Yeah, but- damn," he said, almost to himself. I swear; if he touches his lips like those prissy girls in movies do, I'm going to throw up.