"We're here, we're here!" Kristen jumped up and down in the hotel lobby.
"Yeah," Chris rolled his eyes.
"No. sarcasm please," Tristan Plovert said as he pulled out his credit card. He handed it to the young lady in the front desk.
"I wasn't," Chris said through clenched teeth.
Kristen twirled a strand of hair around her index finger. She was in a dark blue cabana dress and gold flip flops. "You shouldn't be so bitter, big brother." she reased.
Chris pretended not to hear her.
"There you are, Kristen!" a voice called Chris turned around to see Kristen's best friend, Kemp Hurley. He enveloped her into a hug. Chris tried not to throw up. Sometimes, Kristen and Kemp were so Disney, all cliché and whatnot. They were all juniors at their preparatory school in Connecticut.
"Hello, Kemp!" Jane, Kristen's mom, greeted.
"Hello, Ms. Gregory -err, I meant Mrs. Plovert," Kemp said happily.
"Where's your parents?" Jane asked.
"Already settled in their room." Kemp said with a generous smile.
"Here are the room keys!" Tristan came with the hotel keys in hand. Chris quickly snatched a key out from his father's hand. He was tired of all the faux family happiness.
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"Let's go to the beach!" Claire stamped her foot anxiously. She was already outside the Lyons' beach house, wearing a baby blue bikini top and a ruffle skirt. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a messy bun.
"Hold on!" Dylan shouted from her balcony. She was already in her green cabana dress and white flip flops.
"Where's Mass?" Claire shouted. The wind blowing her bangs over her face.
"I'm here!" Massie walked behind Dylan. After a long time of begging and pleading, Dylan finally got Massie in a white Juicy Couture bikini top with pink horizontal stripes and denim Sevens shorts.
"Let's go!" Claire said again, this time more impatiently.
Dylan rolled her green eyes and walked back into the beach house. Massie looked over at the beach side, hesitantly, then turned to follow her cousin.
When they met the blonde girl outside, Massie grew more and more nauseous. Although she was going to the beach, Massie has never felt more exposed in her life. The brunette instantly wrapped her slender arms around her flat stomach.
"Lead the way," Dylan said to Claire. Her fiery red hair pulled back with bobby pins and drenched in shiny hair glitter, to give her hair a glowing effect.
Massie just let her auburn hair hand loose. Claire shoved her arm into her beach bag and hungrily looking for something. After a moment, she pulled out a white faux flower. She slipped it behind Massie's left ear. "There! Now you look the part!"
Massie rolled her eyes, but kept the flower neatly tucked behind her ear. Claire turned on her heal and marched all the way toward the nice beach. They crossed the gravel road and onto the beach side. The yellow white sand was warm under the sun. Claire picked up her pace and ran toward the shore. She dropped her towel and beach bag on an open space to declare her spot. Dylan hurried after her. Massie stood there for a moment, under the tall palm tree. She watched her cousins happily fold out their towels and lay it on the sand.
Massie continued watching, she didn't even realize the totally cute boy walking right into her. In his hand, was a vanilla ice cream cone that smashed onto Massie's left under arm.
Massie jumped back and shrieked at the sudden rush of cold air touching her body.
"Oh fuck," the boy's caramel eyes widened. His cone in one hand and his cell phone in the other.
Massie wiped off the cold ice cream off her skin. Then she looked up, ready to glade at her guilty suspect. But she didn't glare when she saw his face. He had short shaggy blond hair that complimented his large caramel eyes. He was in Bermuda shorts and a white muscle shirt, that emphasized his well muscled arms. Massie eyed him, he did look genuinely sorry.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly then stuffed his cell phone in his pocket. "Really," he insisted.
Massie continued wiping off the vanilla ice cream.
"Let me help you," he extended his hand out. Massie swatted it away.
"No thanks," she said bitterly.
"Oh, so you can talk," his voice was light and amused.
"Yeah, just like how can you watch your way," Massie spat out. She glared at him then walked away slowly.
The blond boy chased after her and gripped Massie's elbow to stop her.
"I said I was sorry," he said again. He held Massie's arm tightly and looked down at her.
Massie glared up at him, "Yeah, I heard."
"So, do you accept my apology?" he asked then flashed Massie a sweet smile. Massie just sighed loudly.
"I see," He let go of her arm. "We got off on the wrong foot."
Massie placed a hand on her hip.
"I'm Derrick," he introduced politely. "Derrick Harrington."
Massie stared at Derrick, long and hard. He looked so cute and seemed nice. But he also seemed really cocky and conceited.
She sighed in defeat, "Massie. Massie Block."
"Hello, Massie Block," he smiled at her like a child on Christmas morning. "So, we're cool then?" he asked.
Massie looked at him then at the ice cream gunk in her under arm. "Sure, as long, as you don't stuff ice cream in my arm pit again."
Derrick cracked a smile, "I'll try not to."
Massie turned around, smiled to herself and left Derrick by the sidewalk.
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"Hah, that is so funny!" Dylan smiled at the cute dark haired boy named Cam Fisher. He had multi-colored eyes; one green and one blue. He was sweet, funny, and was so charming.
"Yeah, well," Cam shrugged carelessly.
Claire rolled her blue eyes, as the sun bounced off the large red umbrella she was under. It didn't help the heat though. Claire could feel beads of sweat dripping from her head and spilling onto her neck.
"So, you're here with your parents?" Cam asked Dylan.
Dylan shook her head, her curls moving with her, "no, my aunt and uncle. They have a beach house on Ocean Avenue."
Claire pulled out a green fold-out fan and bean waving it in front of her face.
"Oh, I'm here with my friend, his parents are MIA for the first month of summer," Cam said and looked into the distance. He squinted, as if to find something, then his eyes widened. "Oh, there he is."
Claire and Dylan both turned their heads to see a blond boy walking towards them. A smashed up ice cream cone was in his right hand. Claire immediately stood up from her fold-out chair.
"Hey!" Claire smiled brightly.
The blond boy nodded at her, then said to Cam, "Hey, man!"
Cam nodded back at his friend, "Uh, Derrick this is Dylan and her cousin Claire."
Derrick smiled at the two girls, "Pleasures mine, ladies."
"So, you guys are here with your relatives?" Derrick asked.
"Yeah, Dylan and I," Claire answered, "And our cousin, Massie."
"Massie?" Derrick raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, Massie," a voice said behind them.
Cam, Dylan, Claire, and Derrick turned around to see Massie, herself, standing there. Claire stared at her cousin then to Derrick, whose chocolate eyes never left Massie.
"This is Mass," Dylan told Derrick.
Derrick nodded slowly, "Yeah, I know."
"You've guys met?" Claire, Dylan, and Cam said simultaneously.
Derrick just smiled.
Massie placed her hands to her sides and nodded, "Yeah, sorta, small world."
a/n: yay! tomorrow is the first day of summer for me! :D i can finally get sand in my shoes and not feel guilty about it. lol. anyway, how's the story going so far? i promise it'll get better.
lemonade+infinite-nothingness+sandcastles+bonfires= SUMMER;;
this is random. haha. okay, anyway, please leave a review? and don't be afraid to send PMs to talk mindlessly about anything.