Second chapter of this story :D

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Room 121, The Ocas Hotel, Benidorm, Costa Blanca, Spain. 17:58pm.

"Mum will you please hurry up before I flamin' explode," I shouted loudly as I banged my fist against the thin wooden door. Goodness knows how long she had been in there now.

Perhaps she'd drowned in the shower or gone blind while poking herself in the eye with a mascara brush. I groaned and nudged my foot against the bottom of the door. I had no idea when Rosie and Sophie would be coming round and I hadn't even showered or anything.

Fucking mum was taking so damn long. I knew she wanted to look nice for when she went out but the length of time she'd spent in there could match an elephant's pregnancy.

"Mum, I'm serious!" I added again, raising my fist to begin an onslaught of hammering. As I came to bring my fist down I froze as the door swung open. My mum was stood there, all dolled up, beaming at me like a young girl about to go out on their first date.

I sighed and pushed past her, kicking the door shut with my foot. I heard her make a small noise of protest and surprise. No matter, she wasn't going to stop me from going out.

I stripped and turned on the shower water, letting it reach the appropriate temperature before stepping in. I cleaned my hair thoroughly, not with the crappy hotel shampoo but with the ones I had brought myself.

I shaved my legs, armpits and well...I set the razor down on the soap holder and clambered out, grabbing the towel off the side. I just hoped that Rosie would see enough sense to call a little later. Though it wouldn't surprise me if it took that girl forever to get ready, she did seem like the type to not leave the house if she wasn't wearing at least two layers of foundation.

I wrapped the towel around my body and exited the room, depositing my clothes into the wicker laundry basket. I was going to wear something nice for going out, try and get some attention. I wasn't a slut.

I'd only had sex twice and that had been with the same guy after a long term relationship. It had ended normally and we were still friends though he had a new girl on his arm.

Mum was pottering around the kitchen when I caught sight of her. She may have been concocting a drink to take the edge off. It was only about ten past six but mum would still do it. I was about to enter my bedroom when her voice caught my ears.

"You off out, Sian?" She asked and I turned slowly.

"Yeah," I said happily. She nodded and turned back to her drink. I didn't know if she approved but I was eighteen now, the world was my oyster. Or as someone else once said, the world is my lobster.

I shut my door behind me and dropped the towel, moving across the my bed to select some clothes. I settled on a short denim skirt and a sleeveless top with the words 'Skinny love' printed across it in fancy red and black writing.

I didn't know what other people wore to these sorts of nights out but I wanted to select something I was comfortable in, and, I had to admit I didn't look half bad.

Room 121, The Ocas Hotel, Benidorm, Costa Blanca, Spain. 20:09.

I glanced around the empty room, tapping my fingers on the side of the sofa. Mum had gone out about ten minutes ago and I'd been sat here since wondering if those girls would come at all.

Maybe something had come up and they could no longer do it. With a softer murmur I stood up and moved across to the window, glancing out over the pool. People were still basking in the setting sun's rays.

The light was hitting the water perfectly and shadows were just beginning to lengthen. It sure did look like something out of the brochure. I jumped as a knocking resounded through the room. Suddenly a rush overcame me. They were here, they were actually here.

I bounded across the room like a gazelle on speed and pulled the door open in a single sweep. Rosie beamed happily as she spotted me and held her arms out. She had dressed to the nine in a little black number. And little wasn't just part of the saying, it was truly tiny.

Even though she had actually showed I couldn't help but noticed my stomach dropped a little. Sophie hadn't come. I tried not to let the flicker of upset show on my face as I grabbed my small bag off the side and shut the door. Rosie was looking me up and down and I was going to ask something when there was the sound of footsteps.

My jaw almost hit the floor.

Sophie was sauntering toward us. She was sporting a baggy grey shirt with a large 'ATH' sign printed in black. What pleased me most about the shirt was not its design but the fact it showed the bottom of her mid rift. On her lower half she was wearing a pair of khaki styled shorts. So she had come!

I grinned and clasped my hands in front of me, looking to Rosie for instruction.

"Sian, you're eighteen right?" She asked out of the blue, turning to observe me. I nodded. Her eyes flitted to Sophie who was sliding her Aviators back through those dark tresses of hers.

I had to literally tear my eyes away. God, why was I staring?

"Soph's a little babby, aren't ya, Soph?" Sophie grunted and stuffed her hands into her pockets. "So looks like we'll be buying the drinks, Sian," She said happily before grabbing me into a rather close hug.

I could see Sophie observing me thoughtfully over her shoulder. Bloody hell I hoped I looked okay. Well I hoped I looked better than okay.

I let out a soft breath as Rosie let me go. "Let's go show this hotel what we've got!" She chorused before giggling and grasping her sister's hand.

"Let go, Rosie," Sophie murmured as she yanked her limb away. I watched her steadily. She looked..well. Then she looked at me with those amazing eyes.

This was going to be a long night.

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