Chapter 3

Once we reached the hotel, we saw Shiny in the lobby. Austin walked over and did the same hand shake as before and then smiled. I walked over, letting the footman deal with my bags. Unlike Austin, I tipped him (for both of us). He thanked me before I walked up to Shiny and Austin.

"Ally Dawson!" he said happily. I laughed and gave Shiny a high-five and a hug. "You're suite is number 235. There's a couple surprises in there for you." He said. We raised our eyebrows at him. He shrugged as if telling us: Go and find out for yourselves.

We couldn't take it anymore. We raced to the elevator and then up to the second floor, down the hallway until we found our room number. Austin unlocked the door with his key and we stepped in. Our luggage had arrived before us. One surprise was that there was gorgeous ocean view outside our big bay window. This was good. The bad surprise that there was only one bed. It was a queen. Just barely big enough for the two of us.

Austin and I looked at each other. We didn't know what to do or say. I mean, what would you do if you had to sleep in the same bed with your best guy friend? Yeah….exactly.

I huffed and started towards the phone that was there on the desk to call Shiny. Austin stopped me by jumping on the bed and scaring the shit out of me. I screamed and then his laughter filled the room.

"Oh come on Ally, it's not that bad. Can't you deal with it?" he asked. I huffed again and then nodded. I mean, we were best friends, friends who had no feelings for each other at all. I mean I had a crush on Dallas. I turned to Austin and motioned with my hand for him to move.

"Fine, but that's my spot. Move." I said clearly pissed off. He smiled at mischievously.

"What?" I asked.

"Make me." He stated simply. I rolled my eyes. I had no time for this. All I wanted to do was go down, get a drink and hang out by the ocean. Was that so much to ask? I shook my head. That's when a big white cloud hit me in the face. I got knocked back. I stumbled and then turned to Austin. He had a pillow in his hand and he was smiling broadly.

"Jerk." I murmured. He frowned and then I pushed him down with a small smile on my lips. He got back up and grabbed me by my wrist. He pulled me onto the bed, his figure above me.

"Oh, no. You're not getting away that easily." He said. Then he held my wrists above my head with one hand and with the other, he tickled the crap out of. I started out giggling, which turned into full out gasps of laughter and air. My face was hot from ebing red so long and not being able to breathe. He finally stopped tickling but he still held my wrists. I looked up into his brown eyes and smiled. He smiled back but not what with my smile held. His held something I couldn't place. It was kind of like the smile I would have given Dallas if I were to be alone with him again.

He pulled away and got off of the bed and walked over to his suitcase. He pulled his bathing suit and went into the bathroom. When he came out he was in a white t-shirt and swimming trunks. I got up and changed too, putting a pair of jean hsort-shorts and a soft, white top over my suit. We silently made our way to the beach.

When we got there, Austin automatically headed to the water, diving in as soon as he got waist-deep. I just sat under our umbrella and started to read my book. About a half hour later, Austin came out of the ocean, dripping wet, his shirt soaking in his hand. I tried not to be distracted by his abdomen and arm muscles as he made his way up to where I sat. He rang out his shirt and hung it over his chair in the sun to dry. He walked back over and sat beside me after drying off with his other towel. He laid back putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes. That's when I got up and stripped down into my bathing suit.

I put some tanning oil on and then took my towel out to sun tan. I was so pale it was gross. I thought what the hell? I'm in L.A., I might as well tan. About ten minutes into my tan, the feel of sand on my skin made my eyes open. I raised my sunglasses, thinking I'd see Austin, but it wasn't. It was a really cute guy. He had dark, dark brown hair and a sweet smile. I got up, rubbing the sand off of my legs and then turned and smiled at him.

"I am so sorry!" He said actually sounding apologetic. I just kept the smile on my face until I realized who it was.

"Elliot?" I asked partly shrieking. He looked at me confused and then his eyes widened.

"Ally?" Holy shot! You look so different since camp!" he said. I slightly yelled not caring if that was compliment or not. I jump into his arms, giving him a hug. It had been so long since I'd seen him. The last time was three years ago at camp. He had hugged me back, lifting me into the air and spinning me around and making me giggle like a little girl.

"Oh my gosh!" he said finally letting me go. I felt a blush creep up my face. I smiled at him. I looked up into his sparkly blue eyes. They were as blue as the ocean that was only a few feet from me. That's when I focused my eyes on Elliot's body. He had more muscles than Austin. This made my stomach knot.

"Would you like to go grab an ice cream?" he asked. I smiled sweetly at him. I would like nothing more to do that because I wanted to know what his life had been like while we were apart.