Friday: May 18, 2012: Families have been arriving on the island for the past week, and it seems that most are finally settled. Break out your sun dress (even if it’s cold) and come out to Inkwells for the annual opening up of the harbor. There will of course be food, and the traditional boat race held by the shore.
I walk into Inkwells grinning ear to ear because I’ve managed to ditch my siblings and leave them with a local babysitter. Babysitting was not on my agenda tonight or ever. I found my parents socializing with Harry’s, but slipped away before they could spot me.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little Miss Libby Morgan.”
“Hi Vivian,” I sigh.
It can’t be a summer at the Vineyard without drama, can it?
Vivian Chamberlain, a Rye native, like me, is a freshman in college at Yale. She is studying morality and contemporary law, but has no morals herself. Now I don’t mind her, but she loathes me. Her hatred stretches back three summers ago at the Vineyard when I ‘stole’ her boyfriend – my current one, Harry – and hasn’t let it go.
I say ‘stole’ but it isn’t stealing if her boyfriend willingly left her.
“Ready for another summer?”
“Sure,” I say, “Harry and I are going to have /so/ much fun.”
She scowls for a split second, but then smiles wickedly, “Oh I hope so. And just so you know, the past is the past and all is forgotten. I have my sights on a new someone special.”
I try to stay cool as I see where she is looking – right at my brother, or his best friend, Fletcher, but either way, I don’t like that she’s thinking of either of them.
“I know my brother – and Fletcher – pretty well, and I’m absolutely positive that neither of them will go for someone like you. You see, some people in the world have class, and you’re just not one of them. And both Kyle and Fletcher know that if they brought someone like you home to our families, they would probably be disowned.”
Her jaw drops slightly, “You better watch it, Libby, because I’m going to make the next three months hell for you. Just you wait and see.”
I ignore her and walk the opposite way, running straight into Fletcher. I don’t dare to look back at Vivian because I know she is watching.
“Hey, Fletch,” I say.
“Do you think you can show me to my parents? I totally lost them.”
He shrugs, “Whatever.”
I smile, look back at Vivian, and then link my arm through Fletcher’s as he guides me to my parent’s table. When we get there he immediately pulls his arm out of mine as if my touch is toxic, and walks in the other direction back to my brother.
I look over at him and wonder why he won’t like me the way I like him, but then I remember as a hand slips through mine and pulls me in for a kiss: Harry.
“Libby, WAKE UP,” Jessica bangs on my door, successfully waking me up.
I look around. Harry is partially on top of me, half naked, and I am sprawled underneath a thin white sheet, wearing nothing but my underwear. I put all the strength I can muster at… 9:00 AM and push Harry over onto the other side of the bed with disgust.
He rolls back over and looks at me with his bright eyes, “Morning Princess.”
“LIBBY,” Jessica wails from outside my door, stomping her little feet.
“You might want to put some clothes on,” I tell Harry and he agrees.
I wait for him to put his shirt on and then open the door, finding my sister on the floor, trying to look through the small slit underneath my door. I pull her up.
“What do you want?”
“You promised that you would take me to the pool at 9:00 and it’s 9:00.”
“Can’t you wait another hour? I’m tired.”
“Please, please, please, please? Harry can come too. Hi Harry.”
He pokes his head out of my room, “Hi Jessica.”
“Fine. But we’re only staying until lunchtime. I have things to do today.”
We – Jessica, MJ, Harry, and myself – arrive at the pool at 9:30 on the dot. It’s not particularly crowded, seeing as it’s only 65 degrees. But what Jessica wants, Jessica gets.
Mostly because I can’t stand when she whines.
I spot Vivian at the opposite end of the pool and wait until she looks over to kiss Harry. She pretends not to see it and goes back to reading a magazine, subtly pointing her legs over to the lifeguard chair where Fletcher is resting.
Obviously she came her to stalk, not swim.
“Fletcher,” I call, walking over to him.
“Hey, Libby,” his smile radiates, “What can I do for you?”
“Just making sure you’re awake because I don’t want anything to happen to my precious siblings while you’re on duty.”
“Don’t worry, I would never put them in harms way.”
“Good,” I wink, and walk back to my chair, looking back and finding that he had already adverted eye contact. I sit down and sink into the chair, embarrassed.
So much for beating Vivian today. But I guess the score is tied at 1-1.