Oh no, Christina! Part 2

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 Miles

I nervously approached the secret section on the beach that Eliza had told me to come to. I didn't realize this whole section of the beach existed until now. She had allowed me to meet August. I walked slowly and awkwardly because I was so nervous to meet August. I regretted not doing shots before I met up with them. Ever since I had found out about Eliza and August, I had done a lot of stalking of August which made today more awkward. I felt like I knew everything about her, but I had never met her. I hoped she didn't get a creep vibe from me. When I passed through an area covered by shrubs and trees, I saw Eliza and August cuddling and facing the waves crashing on the shore. I felt my whole-body fill with butterflies. I don't know why I was so stressed I was always chill. I guess I had never met anyone famous before. I slowly walked towards them and realized I should say something, so I don't scare them.

"Hey!" I called. Both of them turned their heads to look at me. I awkwardly waved and continued to walk towards the two of them. August smiled at me and waved back. I got closer and sat down slightly in front of Eliza and turned to face them. August looked gorgeous, even in person. Her hair was in braids which fell against her chest. She was wearing a deep blue bikini that revealed a lot of her cleavage. I tried not to look. Eliza sat beside her wearing swim shorts and a red bikini top. Maybe I should have worn a bathing suit.

"This is Miles, August." Eliza said and gestured between the two of us. I awkwardly nodded again.

"Hey, Miles." August said and smiled at me. I was internally dying. I felt myself blushing. Eliza jabbed her foot into my waist.

"Stop. You can't blush. Your pale skin is too revealing of your emotions." Eliza said and poked me again. August rolled her eyes.

"So, are you from here?" August asked, trying to make conversation.

"Yes, I was born at the local hospital here. My mom grew up here. My dad... well he came here on a sailboat and knocked up my mom because they had some fling while he was here. Then he left. I don't really know him." I don't know what caused me to start telling her my whole life story. Eliza looked at me with raised eyebrows and a concerned look.

"Sorry, oh my god. So, like how often do you come here?" I asked.

"Oh, well depends to be honest. Like I have spent a few summers here. I visit for at least 10 weeks of the year. I am actually surprised at the lack of exposure I have had. Eliza was telling me one of your friends saw me downtown." She laughed a little, her laugh was light and cute. I looked at Eliza, who was looking at August with an adoration.

"Oh wow, yeah no one else has really spotted you. And your tour starts soon... how long is that?" I asked, I had so much I wanted to say to her, but I didn't even know where to start.

"Well, I start in a few weeks in LA. I am doing 102 shows this tour mostly in United States but it is technically a world tour. I only repeat like 3 cities, I think. It is supposed to last like a year which is fun but also very tiring. I am very excited but also like super stressed. I am trying to convince Eliza to join me for a few shows but right now she is saying it seems like too much for her." August went on. I was so jealous of her life. It seemed surreal.

"I am most excited for performing in Mexico City. I have never performed there before so it should be something new. It is really fun honestly. Like it is really nice to get so close with all the people involved." I couldn't get over the fact that August Nichols was sitting on the beach in front of me right now.

Eliza had started to give me looks which I assumed meant she wanted me to leave. I wanted to stay and keep talking to August because this whole thing was so cool, but I thought that I should respect their privacy. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket to see if Eliza had said anything directly to me. From the corner of my eye, I saw Eliza steal a kiss from August as I looked at my phone. I read my texts.

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