"I want to go to the beach," Hannah muttered, slowly sucking her smoothie through a straw. "Let's go to the beach."
"No," Terry said. She reached for the bottle of hot sauce and sprinkled drops on her pizza. "I told you. I'm not going to the beach with you ever again."
"Why not?" Hannah cried.
I leaned back on my seat, knowing this was going to be amusing. Terry, Hannah and I were eating in a pizza place in town before we hit the mall. Summer had come and Hannah wanted to spend as much time as she could with us before her family sets off for a Eurotrip.
"Remember the last time we went?" Terry snapped. "You flirted with a lot of guys, causing some of them to get into a fist fight over who'll put sunscreen on you. Then, when their jealous girlfriends tried to confront you, you ran behind
