orange : luke

june

present

june stands still with her eyes wide open, taking it all in.

the soft sounds of the waves coming in contact with the shore, the soft chirping of the birds, the rustling coming from the leaves of the coconut trees, the high pitched but joyful sounds of laughter from little kids making sandcastles, the faint scent of saltwater, the gust of wind making her hair a tad bit messier in the best way, and the wide, blue sky making her feel like she's inside a snow globe.

"i'm home." she whispers to no one in particular.

just after she lets those words go, she feels something come in contact with the side of her head, snapping her out of her trance.

"ow!" she shouts, bringing a hand up to the area, "what the hell was that for?"

sunday rolls her eyes, shoving june's yellow duffel bag towards her, "we've been unloading our stuff from the car for ten minutes, and you haven't even lifted a finger yet."

"and?" june says, slinging the bag over her shoulder, "you decide to hit me on the head with my duffel bag?"

"girls, please," a man with brown hair, exactly like june's, sighs, "we're here to have fun, remember? we've been here for a full ten minutes and someone's already whacked someone on the head."

"thank you." june says, smiling playfully at sunday. their dad always took her side.

"well, i think she wouldn't have gotten whacked in the head if she helped with our stuff." a woman around the same age as their dad speaks, pulling her blonde hair up to a ponytail.

"exactly my point, mom." sunday answers, causing june to roll her eyes.

june got a lot of traits from mr. andrews, like his brown hair, hazel eyes, and freckled skin. sunday, on the other hand, got mrs. andrews' attributes, like her blonde hair, blue eyes and a single dimple on her right cheek.

june walks to the trunk of their jeep wrangler, and grabs the last item inside, a blue cooler.

"see?" she says, walking towards the beach house, "i'm helping."

sunday rolls her eyes at this, trudging as she pulls two suitcases.

they get inside, and june once again gets the urge to just stand there, in the middle of everything, and take in her surroundings.

this is her favorite place. and the fact that this'll be her last summer here in a long time makes her feel nostalgic already.

how can i feel nostalgic over the things that are still in front of me? why do i long for events as i'm experiencing them? she thought.

yet again, as her family gets busy with organizing and arranging their things, she stands at the center of the room, looking at every inch and corner of their beach house.

the wide, floor to ceiling windows around the entire perimeter, making them have more windows than walls. june loved that they brought so much natural sunlight inside, and that she can watch the most beautiful sunsets and sunrises wherever window she looked. the windows also gave her a clear view of the sea.