Whole Again - poly!feral boys (DreamSMP)

thirty - two

i may or may not have another poly! book in the works 👀

also i did not proofread this soooo 😅

"Beach day, beach day, beach day!", Alex launches onto the bed, landing somewhere between Clay and Karl.

"Shut up.", Sapnap groans, draping his arm over his head to cover his eyes.

"No, you guys promised a beach day!", George pouts.

I hate that they've really embraced the partner-in-crime mentality.

"And we also don't need to be up at eight a.m. to go to the beach.", I mumble, re-burying my face in the pillow under my head.

"We need to pack the car, and get changed, and get snacks cause we're gonna be hungry while we're there, and-", Clay uses one arm to push Alex off of the bed, effectively silencing him.

"OW!", Alex cries out, making obnoxious crying noises.

I want nothing more than to slap him right now.

"Oh, poor baby. Wah, wah.", George mocks Alex.

"Go somewhere else. I'm tired.", Clay rolls over, snuggling up to me.

I move closer to him, enjoying the warmth his body emanates.

"No cuddling. We'll never get out of here.", George tries to roll Clay away from me, but he wraps his arms tightly around me.

"But the beach?", Karl sits up, deciding to take the side of the ones that want to go out.

"Not you too.", Sapnap grunts, obviously displeased.

I gently tap Clay's head, and he pulls away to try to scan my face, not sure what I want.

I take this movement to move out of his grasp, and he gives me a look.

"I'm going to go get ready for the beach.", I grin.

I don't like being up this early, but the beach does sound like it's going to be pretty fun.

I change into a swimsuit, and I try not to look in the mirror too long as I fix my hair.

"Karl! Can you help me?", I call for him as I exit the bathroom.

I pull a pair of shorts and one of my favorite shirts on over my swimsuit before Karl pops into the bedroom.

"What's up?", he pops the "p" as he sidles up to me.

"Can you help me braid my hair?", I beg, adding some fluttering of my eyelashes for the dramatic flair.

"One or two?", he grins.

He quickly plaits my hair into two French braids that flow halfway down my back.

"What swimsuit do you have on?", Karl asks me curiously.

"The cyan one. What one are you going to wear?"

He peruses through his dresser before picking a blue pair with lobsters printed on them.

I leave so he can change, finding the rest of the boys in the living room around the television.

"Whatcha watching?", I sit next to Sapnap, leaning my head against his shoulder.

"I honestly have no idea. It's some Mexican soap opera.", he whispers.

I can only pick up a couple of words from the show, but the visuals enough make me laugh at some of the moments.

The boys are already changed into their swimsuits, and I can already see a big pile of stuff by the door that we're going to take to the beach.

As soon as Karl emerges from the bedroom, we all start jumping to get going.