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98 Days to Fall in Love
Days Left: 98
-Max
I inhaled deeply as the salty sweet air welcomed me. The sun beat down on my lightly tanned shoulders, soaking in the warmth of it. In the distance I could hear seagulls, chirping every now and then.
It's so peaceful, I thought to myself as my eyes scanned the picture-like scene. The dark, dangerous Atlantic Ocean waves crashed in front of my eyes, and I smiled. I wonder what kind of trouble I can get into here . . .
"Max! Quit day dreaming and unpack your duffel bag before it gets too dark out for you and Angel to go out to the beach!" I heard my moms melodic voice call out to me in a sing-song voice. I looked up to see her leaning out of a window at our new beach house. She hung on to the edges of the white window sill and peered down at me.
I rolled my eyes. "Okay, I was just looking around. Eesh." I turned my back on her and went back to my silver SUV, parked next to my moms red mini-van in the parking lot. I couldn't help but notice a stealthy looking black Jeep off to the far corner and wishing that it was mine. I'd always wanted a black Jeep but my mom had always insisted that they were dangerous, and could flip over easily if I were to get into a car accident – yeah, right.
Sighing, I grabbed my last duffel bag out of my car and locked it, just about to go inside of our new ocean font beach house/mansion that I'd never seen before when a blur of blonde tendrils whirled past me.
"Hi Max!" Angel, my little sister shrilled to me, running up and hugging my legs as her dog Total trotted along side her.
"Whoa, let go. Why are you all wet?" I asked curiously, brushing off my legs.
She gave me a blameworthy glance and looked up at me through her eyelashes, giving me Bambi eyes. "Well, I just couldn't wait to get into the water . . . so Total and I went down to stick our feet in . . ."
I moaned. "Angel, what did mom say?"
"Always eat our vegetables?" She answers innocently.
I glare for a second. "Wrong. Nope. She said for you to not go down to the beach unless she or I go with you, okay?"
Defeated, she kicked a pebble on the ground. "Okaaaaay. Wanna go to the beach now?" She asked hopefully.
"After I finish unpacking, I'll get on my bathing suit and we can go down together, okay? You still have to finish unpacking, too." I held the wooden navy blue door open for her, guiding her into the house, but once we were inside, I completely forgot everything.
Inside it was gorgeous. A double stair case that met at the top with each other greeted you when you first walked in. Underneath them where giant glass windows that stretched all the way to the ceiling and down the floor, exposing the glorious beach and letting the light cast in, bringing the room to life. In front of the windows was a huge living room, with a flat screen TV hanging on the wall over the stone fireplace. Off to the left was a giant kitchen made of marble with an island and a towering black Sub-Zero fridge. To the far left of one of the stair cases, another room was parted off. Because of the fine redwood table and chairs, I assumed this was the dinning room. To the right of the other stair case was the living room, with comfy look sofas and chairs with yet another fire place.
My mom stood at the top of the stair case, smiling down on Angel and me. "Like it?"
Slowly, I nodded my head up and down. It seemed to be the only thing that I could do at the moment. Mom frowned and came down the stares. Giving me an odd look, she put her hand under my gapping mouth and closed it. "Don't do that, hon. You'll catch flies."
Clearing my throat, I reached down to the polished floors to pick up my duffel bag – when did I drop it?
Once again, my mom was giving Angel and I one of those smiles that said she knew something that we didn't. I gave her a questioning look by which she answered with a simple shrug. "Go upstairs. Look at your rooms."
Angel and I exchanged a glance then we were racing up the stairs to our new bedrooms for the summer. I heard Angel scream when she opened her room and I rolled my eyes. Farther down the hallway, I opened at room with a white door and walked inside.
This was my room.
It was so beautiful that I gasped. I'm not a really girly person, but I couldn't help but love my room. The walls were painted a pale sky blue and painted over in what looked like sponge was a silver dusting of paint. A white carpet covered the floors completely, perfectly clean. Two sets of closets with mirrored bi-folds lined each side of the gigantic double window. Off to the side was a queen size bed with white, silver and blue pillows and blankets, looking so soft I longed to feel them. Under the bed was storage drawers and what looked like a twin-size trundle. My room also had a vanity, a dresser, a desk and bedside table. All mirrored and lovely. On the walls there were pictures framed of the beach; the beach in the morning as the sky breaks, during the middle of the day when the sun is at its peak and a third picture of the ocean and the sun sets.
I shrugged off my duffle bag and plopped it onto the bed.
Standing there like the idiot I was, I smiled.
-Fang
"I think their here . . . Are they?" Iggy asked for the millionth time. We were at our beach house that me, Iggy and two other of our best friends had rented out for the summer so that we could be close to our jobs - we were life guards.
I rolled. "Why don't you just go over and knock on their door?" I told him sarcastically.
He nodded. "Hey, that's a good idea," he told me agreeably, getting up to walk out.
I slapped him. " I was just kidding, you idiot." He cackled and fell back down on his side of the couch. We were watching Surfing 101 on TV and he was interrupting me - a lot. And it was all just because the beach house next to ours was finally being bought and the family of three was moving in. The mom, and two daughters, were said to be gorgeous and Iggy couldn't wait to see the sisters. "Remember," i warned him, "There's only one girl that's around our age, and I think she's a year or two younger than us."
Iggy waved me off and got up to stare out the window again, blocking my view of the TV.
"UGH, that's it. I'm going up to my room," I tell him lamely. He flicks me off.
"Your loss."
When I get upstairs to my room, I flip on the TV, fascinated with the crazy tricks that some of the surfers could do. I imagined myself doing that some day . . .
Movement caught my eyes and I looked over out my window to see a tall, lean girl with tan arms and long golden blonde hair walking into the room to the house next to mine. She looked around in amazement and so was I - but not at her room, but at the girl herself. She was beyond gorgeous, with sharp angles in her face and a small but cute nose. She wore only a cammie and a pair of faded denim shorts, revieling her long tan legs. The girl dropped her bag on her bed and began to smile, which made me start smiling.
And I don't know why.
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