Page 17 of The Summer We Made Promises (The Destin Diaries #3)

OH. MY. GOSH. Today was maybe the BEST DAY of the summer so far. I am writing this on my bed and I’m smiling like a total dork!!!

It’s that mini golf place near the highway in Fort Walton Beach with the giant dinosaurs and Humpty Dumpty and all the weird statues that are probably haunted.

Tessa and I screamed when we found out, because it’s basically our FAVORITE place ever.

I’ve wanted to go back since last summer when a little kid got stuck in the gorilla mouth and they had to call the fire department.

Kate pronounced it “iconic” even though Tessa and I don’t even know what that means.

We got to the course and it was SO HOT I thought my hair was going to catch on fire. But it didn’t matter because the second we got our rainbow-colored golf balls (mine was purple, well known by all as my favorite color), I knew this was going to be a fabulously awesome day.

Peter ( ) looked SO CUTE in his backwards Braves cap. He always smells like spearmint gum and sunscreen. I made Tessa go behind me in the order because I didn’t want to be stuck between her and Kate while they were arguing about whether or not putting is a real sport.

Peter went first and got a par, then I stepped up and WHAM—hole in one. Not kidding. ON THE FIRST HOLE. He smiled at me and said, “Nice shot, kid.” KID. UGH. But also...he noticed!!!

Tessa kept cheating (she says it’s “strategy” to move her ball four inches closer to the hole) and Kate was SO SERIOUS like we were on a real golf course.

Eli mostly tried to act cool and didn’t care, but he DID yell at Peter for putting too close to the edge and almost knocking Crista into the hippo pond. It was chaos.

By the 18th hole, we were all sweating buckets and Eli tried to convince us that moss was edible (it’s NOT). But guess who had the best score? ME!!!! VIVIEN LEIGH LAWSON.

Even better than Peter. By two points. And when I told him, he did this cute smile and said, “Well, guess I’ve been dethroned. You’re officially the champ.”

Then (I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED) he took off his Braves hat and put it on my head and said, “Champ gets the crown.”

I wore that hat the WHOLE ride home and kept it in my room since he didn’t demand to get it back. Tessa said it smells like a locker room but I don’t even care.

Anyway, I’m going to try and sleep now but I might just float away because the boy I’ve been crushing on gave me his hat and called me champ and didn’t even make fun of me when I tripped on the sidewalk (which happened, by the way. Not my finest moment).

BEST. DAY. EVER.

Viv

P.S. Tomorrow we’re going to the water park and I swear on Peter’s Braves cap I’m going to finally go down the big slide. Even if I scream the whole way.