Girls' Night Out

The ladder to the tree house creaked as Jayne climbed the last few steps, a brown bag dangling from her teeth. Riffs from a guitar drifted down from the portable CD player inside the cozy wooden confines, telling her the party was already underway. Hoisting a pajama-clad leg over the top, she crawled inside her childhood sanctuary.

“Got the M&Ms,” Jayne said, holding the bag up.

The two teenaged girls sitting cross-legged on top of piles of opened sleeping bags squealed in delight, piquing Duke-the-Pit-Bull’s interest as he lounged comfortably in the corner next to the camping lantern.

The M&M bag was added to the hordes of other candy lying center in the makeshift circle the girls had created. Melissa, keeper of the precious supplies, revealed a nearly full jar of peanut butter from the depths of her backpack. Amply stocked and supplied, the peanut butter made its rounds amongst the circle of friends.

Now they could get down to the important stuff.

“Caleb sooo likes you Jayne,” Laura teased as she dipped her finger deep inside the jar, topping the gooey mess with gummy bears and M&Ms. A small red bear stuck to a strand of her blond hair.

“Please. Caleb is such a man whore.”

Melissa pointed a pink nail in Jayne’s direction as she took the jar from Laura. She a purist, no additives messed with her peanut butter. “You’re only sixteen. How can you be this cynical about guys?”

“Because boys are sneaky creeps,” Jayne said, rolling her eyes in learned wisdom. Duke, hoping for some treats, slyly slithered his large body into his owner’s lap to lick her fingers. Mistaking the closeness for a sign of affection, Jayne wrapped her arms around her puppy and grinned. “The only males to trust are dogs.”

Word Count: 300

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