As the cab pulls up to the hotel, I begin gawking at the huge building. It's beautiful! It's got probably 6 floors, tons of decks, flowers, and it's very well designed. We all are let out, one by one, and walk inside. The inside is even better! It has an indoor water fountain, a gorgeous chandelier, and lots of windows. My mom and dad, together, walk up, retrieve the keys, and we all head for the elevator.
"Room 508, everyone look for room 508," my mom repeats over and over as we skim through all the doors on floor 5.
We finally find our room and immediately drop our bags upon entering. Looking around, I examined the huge room. I guess it could be called, a suite. It had 4 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, and a living room combined with a kitchen. Walking into what I claimed as my room, I noticed I had my own balcony! It had a beautiful view of the ocean and that's all I really wanted.
"I want this room!" Presley, my little sister, began yelling at Lucas, my little brother.
"What's the matter, Presley?" I questioned sweetly as I bent down to her level.
"Luke wants to have this room, but I want it!"
"Hmmm, why don't you go in the room across the hall? No one has claimed it yet."
"Fine." She spouted off and dragged her little suitcase into the vacant room.
After much debate, Presley(6) and Lillie(5) shared a room, and Lucas(7) and my other little brother, Cam(9) shared a room. I, being the eldest, got my own room, and my parents got their own room. Everyone finally was happy.
I it changed into some gray Soffee shorts, on top of my black bathing suit bottoms, a white strapless bathing suit top, and a peach tank top. I pulled my long blonde hair out of its pony tail and slightly held my bangs back with my sunglasses. Taking a quick glance in the mirror, I fixed my smudged make up from around my green eyes with my finger, and headed out into the living room.
"Can we go to the beach?" Lucas bugged mom and dad.
"Yes, we'll go soon sweety," mom comforted him.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, realized my phone was still on airplane mode, as soon as I turned it off a text came through that was sent about 5 minutes ago from an unsaved number it read:
"Hey, it's Wren. Wanna meet up? I'm going to the beach around 6."
"Hey! Of course, I'm actually about to go to the beach now if you wanna meet up?"
"Sounds good! I'll be standing outside in like 5 minutes."
"Okay, great!"
"Everyone, go get your swimsuits on! We are leaving soon for the beach," dad yelled.
"Hey, dad, can I head down now? I'm already ready and I can maybe save us a spot." I said.
"Umm... I don't know Meg, we just got here, we don't really know everyone... can I trust that you will be safe?"
"Yes dad, you absolutely can. I'll bring my phone if anything happens." I reassured him.
"Okay, but be careful!"
"Of course!" I said and quickly ran out the door.
I jogged to the elevator and started jabbing ate buttons hoping it would move faster, it didn't. I finally made it to the bottom and stood by the door waiting for him. I skimmed through all the people in the large parking lot and tried to find a blonde haired cutie. After about a whole 2 minutes of looking, I found what I think is him. He walks with the same stride Wren has and as he approaches me I realize it is him. He looks even hotter than before, he's wearing some gray swim trunks, a black PacSun tank top and some dark framed glasses.
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Mr. Perfect
RomanceHey, I'm Megan, and I'm 17 years old. My friends and I have this list, where we rate guys basically, and we all have our own personalized one. The point of it is, to find him... Our own Mr. Perfect.