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I don't know why but I feel like something is going to happen.
And it won't be anything good.
It is Wednesday and these four days that the triplets and I spent together - they didn't go to work, just had to take a few phone calls - were one of the best days I had. One of the funnies days.
I wasn't really popular not had I have a lot of friends growing up. My occupations were books and drama. I was in drama class, we made musicals from classical TV movies.
My favourite is Grease.
I was a loner. I wasn't ashamed of it, I like it that way. My only friend, the same one who took my virginity and I his, Luke, still talked to me. We had lost contact for a bit when he moved away but he had called me one day after I started working for Playbunnies and didn't even let me say hello when he screamed "You're a bunny now? I can't watch that magazine now that you're in, Louisss!" he had whined while I laughed.
"Hey, Louis. Ready for the beach?" Harry says, coming to me and kissing me lightly on the lips. Believe it or not, but we still didn't have sex. We kiss more and are more cuddly, but neither of us didn't initiative anything sexual. I have to admit, it's nice this way.
"Yes, let me just put on my shorts."
"Okay, babes. I'll tell Edward to start a car and Marcel to take the mini-fridge," even though we are close to the beach, you still have the whole way down the hill. If it isn't such a hot day, I'll go walking but it's seriously too hot. The triplets agree. In fact, Marcel was the one to suggest it.
"Everyone ready? Let's go then."
Edward drives us, one of the security guys closing the fence door behind us. It takes us few minutes to come down but Edward keeps driving. "I thought since we're going by car, we go to the beach that's further from the house. It's also private."
"The one where Diego-" Marcel stops himself. Harry and Edward send him death glares and he puts his arms in the surrender position.
"Who's Diego?" I can't help but ask. "Past lover?"
"No, Diego..." Edward starts. "Diego was a friend but he did something and he had to move to another country."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"No need. What he did almost cost us our lives. We left that in the past," Harry says but his eyes looks like the long suppressed memories surfaced.
I don't say anything.
After 10 minutes of driving, we finally stop. Edward parks the car on the end of the path (it goes from the main road to the line of trees) and I can hear soft waves when I get out.
We walk less than a minute before we come to the beach. It's amazing, sand beach and the sea is clear. "It's nice." I smile.
