The hot afternoon sun warmed my tan skin as I lie out on the beach. Seagulls cried for food above me, while children played in the sand. I annoyingly brushed off a few crumbs of sand from my face. Kids were annoying.
My family and I are vacationing on the tropical beaches of North Carolina. We live in Arizona. Usually, we travel to California and swim at the ocean there, and visit family. But this summer, my mother insisted that we go to North Carolina. Why that one particular state, I don't know, but apparently she liked it a lot.
"The Atlantic is so much warmer, Max," she had told me, after my bout of complaining. I hated long trips. I huffed. "And, we won't have to vist grandma and eat her prune cake." That made me slightly happier, and finally, I agreed to go.
And now here I was, soaking up the North Carolinian sun. I was alone- my parents went out on a 'date' at some fancy-schmancy hibachi restaurant. Most kids would think of this as a time to rebel, but I wasn't really the rebellious type-most of the time.
Finally tired of having sand kicked in my face, I slipped my dress over my bikini and headed back to the hotel room. The hotel was nice, about twenty stories, and was just recently remodeled. Our room was on the very top floor. The carpet was a forest green, and the walls were lined with fancy floral patterns. I opened my room's door with the key, and was greeted by the cleaning woman.
"Room service," she said, with a slight accent, smiling. I smiled at her, and backed out the door. I guess I wasn't going to watch TV after all. So, I went back downstairs, grouchy.
The pool was calling to me, so I started to head over there. A couple of teenagers walked by, one of the guys kind of cute. I took a quick glance at him, he looking at me, and when I turned around, something hit me and I fell flat on my butt. The guy laughed at me and ran off with his friends. I huffed and looked up to see what had suddenly appeared and knocked me off my feet. A dark head of hair was bent over what used to be a neat stack of towels.
I scowled at him, and my now wet butt from the pool floor, while he said, "Sorry, miss," while hurriedly gathering the towels. "Damn, now they're all wet," he muttered under his breath.
I sighed, contemplating on either leaving him here and jumping into the chilly pool, or helping him with picking up the mess that was his fault for not paying attention. I chose the second choice and helped him wring out the towels. He looked at me with sparkling onyx eyes, and just for a second, I melted a little bit. It was like looking into the night sky. The boy smiled. He looked about my age, maybe a little bit older. I don't know, I wasn't a good judger of age. But...he was pretty decent looking.
"Sorry," I said. "About the towels."
He sighed. "It's okay." He seemed to ponder over something for a minute, and then said, "I'm Fang. Well, Nick, but everyone calls me Fang."
I nodded. "Ah. Well, Fang, it was nice helping you pick up towels. But I need to go. I'm dying of heat flash."
"Wait," Fang said as I stood up. I looked down upon him and raised a dark eyebrow. "Aren't you going to tell me your name?"
"Oh yeah. Max."
Fang smiled. "I'll see you later?"
I shrugged. "I guess. Pool boy." And with a smile, I turned and strolled into the pool room.
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