Author's Note: You are all great! Thanks for the reviews, please keep them coming! Now...back to Derek's POV...
The week was over. Summer vacation had finally begun and I could do even more of what I love to do best—absolutely nothing.
But Nora had us all get up early so we could "have a hearty breakfast before a long drive." I think I surprised everyone by actually waking up early. I wouldn't admit it to anyone, especially not them, but I was actually looking forward to the beach.
Besides, I could work on my tan and check out babes in bikinis.
Speaking of babes in bikinis, Casey, who was sitting at the table eating some scrambled eggs, was wearing her bikini top already. My eyebrows rose at the cleavage. It was not a top that I would ever imagine seeing Casey wearing. It was not very G-rated.
Or maybe it was just my thoughts that were suddenly not G-rated anymore. They had gone right up to an NC-17 rating.
It was probably gross that I was checking out my stepsister's rack. But it was even grosser that Marti was currently shoving scrambled eggs up her nose.
"Marti!" Dad scolded and tried to dig out the bits of yellow mush.
About an hour later, we were all packed in the mini van. Edwin and I were in the way back, and the girls were in the middle seat. Nora was appointed as navigator, armed with maps and directions, and Dad was the driver. I hoped that with Nora as Navigator we wouldn't get lost like we always did whenever we drove to the coast.
"Are we all ready?" Dad asked, starting the car up.
"Ready spaghetti!" Marti exclaimed, waving her arms which were already adorned with bright orange "floaties."
"Let's just go already," Edwin complained from the right of me. He already had his handheld Nintendo on.
"Alright," Nora laughed. "Come on, George, let's get going."
I saw Casey put on headphones just minutes into the drive. I watched her perfectly-manicured fingers tap out a rhythm on her bare knee. I watched her pull her long dark hair up into a messy bun, exposing the nape of her neck to me. And I watched her tilt her head back, closing her eyes as she listened to her music.
I shook myself, realizing I had been staring at her for a good five minutes. It must be the heat. I rolled down the back window to get some cool air.
Why is she getting to me all of the sudden?