Tiny (gxgxg) [ON PAUSE; REWRITING]

Hidden In The Sand

"Elijah told our dad. That you two were our enemies."

Mara muttered. I watched Lauren's face shift from pain and worry to anger. 

"What gives him the right? That little- I'm going to-"

Lauren muttered. I placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it slightly. She silenced, kissing Mara's head. She sniffled once more before sitting up right.

"Oh, god."

Mara muttered, looking around the room.

"I did this?"

She asked, still whispering.

The both of us nodded uncomfortably. 

She put her head in her hands, letting out one more strangled sob.

"I'm sorry... I-I just went into this... rage, you know?"

She looked back and forth between the two of us. I nodded my head like I'd experienced that before. She stood shakily, causing Lauren and I to stand as well, like dogs trailing behind her. She picked up the items she'd thrown on the floor. Lauren and I picked up the mattress, putting it back on the frame. I flopped onto the bed, sighing. My mind was racing with possibilities. If she could go into such a bloody rage over as something as small as that, imagine what she could do if someone she cared about died... My train of thought led me to a brilliant, but cruel, idea. We were to only use it if it was live or death. 

If Mara can go into such a primal state of mind, if we are losing horribly in battle and there is no way out, one of us will disappear or lay on the ground playing dead. This will trigger Mara into her battle-state. She could probably kill so many soldiers that it'd be terrifying. Of course, Lauren had to understand, as well as I, if we were to do this gambit, we would be losing our mate. 

Lauren's fingers snapped in front of my face.

I shook my head slightly, blinking.

"Finally. God. Anyways, we're going to the beach to calm down. You coming with?"

Lauren asked, standing tall. I nodded silently, going over the effects of their 'death' plan mentally. Mara walked into the room with a  navy blue bikini on, a towel hanging around her shoulders. Lauren and I turned, practically drooling at the sight of her. She blushed, covering her body with the towel. We both looked away quickly, Lauren exiting to the bathroom. 

A minute or two later, Lauren emerged. She wore a black bikini, her sandals in her hand. It was my turn to change now. I decided to change into a white bikini, looking at my body in the mirror. I brushed my hands down my hips, squeezing my thighs slightly. I slid my hands over my stomach, resting them over my belly button. A knock sounded out on the door.

"Hello? C'mon slow-poke!"

Lauren called out through the door.

"Coming!"

I yelled back. I heard a murmured,

"That's what she said."

In response. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a towel. I walked out, walking down the hallway with Mara's hand around my waist. Lauren held Mara's hand, running out to the car. Lauren opened the doors for both Mara and I, getting into the driver's seat. 

I sat in the back as Mara got comfy in the passenger seat. We all clicked in and Lauren started driving.

"Wait, you guys know how to drive?"

Mara asked sheepishly.

Lauren hesitated,

"Uh, yeah? You're telling me you don't know how to drive?"

"Uh..."

Mara responded burying her face in her arms.

"Okay, let's stop talking about this, because this is Beach Day!"

I said suddenly, clasping my hands together.

We stayed silent the rest of the drive.

I slammed my door shut and raced down to the water. Mara yelled after me, kicking up sand. I dropped my towel, diving into the cold water. I went back up to the surface, gasping. 

"COLD!"

I yelled, feeling my lips start to turn blue.

Lauren laughed at me, almost keeling over. Mara suppressed a smirk.

I paddled out, feeling warm sand cling to my arms and knees. Shakily, I stood. 

"Could I get a towel?"

I asked Lauren who was holding my towel. She threw it at me leaving me clawing it off of my face. I wrapped it around my body, my teeth chattering against each other.

Mara dropped to the ground, digging up the sand. Lauren and I looked at each other confused for a second or two. We both dropped down as well, helping her dig to the wet sand. She grabbed a clump, placing it on the hot sand. She molded it into a cylinder shape, grabbing more. We stared at Mara until she stopped moving.

"Are you going to help?"

She asked.

"With what?"

I responded.

"Making a sand castle!"

She exclaimed as if that were obvious. Lauren and I both let out 'ohh's. 

"Okay, what should we do first?"

Lauren asked, clasping her hands together. Mara had a questioning look on her face.

"You don't know how to make a sand castle?"

"We've never done it before!"

She snapped, sulking.

"How have you never made one? It's, like, every kids childhood."

"Well, I guess we didn't have a childhood."

Lauren barked, putting her head in her hands.

I spoke up,

"Most of our childhood was training to take over the pack. Our mom got pretty sick for a while, so it looked like we were going to need to take things into our own hands."

Mara's joyful look faded, a frown growing.

"I-I'm sorry."

She said before clearing her throat quietly.

We all turned in silence toward the setting sun. We held each others hands and stared at the pink and yellow sun. After the sun was almost gone, we picked up our things and drove back home. Not the best day, but not the worst day. Definitely not the best day...