A Week of Summer

Beach House

Katie POV

I had procrastinated packing until 11 pm the night before we would leave for OBX. It's not that I wasn't excited to go, I'm just lazy. 

In fact, assuming I wasn't excited to go would be a gross misjudgment. I had been thinking about this trip since April, when my dad told me we were going. Although I'm only going with my dad and my big brother Sam, I was still estatic. My mom and sister were staying at my grandparents' place. Mom and Dad had been through some really harsh issues lately, leading to them separating. Not completely or legally, they hadn't divorced, but it was almost implied it was going to happen soon. 

But this trip was for me. I wanted to put all my stress and problems and leave them in Michigan, and have a good ass time at the beach. It's all I could think about. It took up a good portion of my day. I was distracted in class, in practice, everywhere. But I didn't care, I needed the beach.

It took me a good hour and forty minutes to pack, but the majority of that time I spent picking out music to listen to while I did the actual packing. 

As a reward for finally completing my packing, I stayed up late rewatching season one of Outer Banks, considering it would set the tone for the week ahead of me.  I fell asleep eventually, already dressed in the clothes I was going to wear on the drive there.

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I was aware of the fact that we had planned to leave at 9 am. I ignored it and stayed up until 3 am watching Netflix. 

"Get your butt up, you can sleep in the car!" My dad yelled. I wouldn't call my dad punctual or anything, but he hasn't seen his friend Weston in a long time, and he adored the beach. If he had it his way, we would leave at five in the morning, and arrive before lunch. 

I soon found myself practically being dragged out of my house and into the car. Since I had the amazing privilege of being the youngest, I sat in the back seat. I put my Airpods in as soon as I sat down. Let's just say my brother and I don't have the same taste in music. 

~Arrival~

My dad's reckless driving got us there forty minutes before we were supposed to arrive. When we pulled up to the house my jaw dropped and my heart started picking up speed. It was what any teen girl would have wanted. The house was beautiful and located right on the sound overlooking the calm water. The setting was peaceful and the house was covered in various types of bright flowers and vines. There was a basketball hoop around the side and a hot tub on the front balcony.

I gathered my bag and suitcase and ran to the front door. My dad unlocked it with the code given to us and just like that, it was war between my brother and I over who got the best room. My dad wanted us to wait until the other family arrived so we could be nice to let them have first pick, but my brother and I weren't that generous.

He, of course being bigger, stronger, and faster than me, found the room with the biggest bed located conveniently adjacent to the kitchen. I turned around and wandered down the hall some more giving up on the room my brother already very obviously claimed, and found myself in a yellow orange and navy blue themed room with floral sheets and a radiant vanity. 

I no longer felt sorry for myself about losing the previous room to my brother. Across from this room was another one with two twin beds and green colored walls. I figured someone from the other family would take this one. 

After unpacking a good portion of my things, I decided to find my father and take a look on the snack situation we had in the house. 

The kitchen was small but modern. There was marble counter tops that most likely were fake, and black cabinets all placed together with a good sized fridge. My dad had already put his bathing suit on, and my brother was eating a bowl of lucky charms. 

I grabbed a peach from the fruit bowl in the middle of the counter and washed it off in the sink. I was just getting used to how nice and quiet this vacation was going to be when it wasn't  anymore.

Weston's voice could be heard from out on the front deck: "Hey Old man, come help me carry the beer!" My dad practically sprang out of his seat immediately assisting Weston with the beer. 

A few seconds later dark brown grayish hair came into my view from the stairs followed close by my dad. 

"Hey kid! I haven't seen you for a good while. You sure have grown!" Weston said smiling at my brother. 

"I know! I'm almost six feet now. And you, you shrank?" My brother said in  a snarky voice. I couldn't help but laugh at his comment leading Weston to hear me over in my corner.

"Jeez Fred. You're gonna have to watch this one! Looks like little Katie Kat has grown a fair bit too from the last time I saw her!"

"Mr Avery the last time you saw me, I was four. If I didn't grow from twelve years ago I'd think we'd have a problem." I forgot how much I liked Weston. At least from what I remember. 

He chuckled at my response. "Please just call me Weston. You're making me feel old." In the middle of his sentence a new face appeared from the stairs. It was a girl who looked a bit older than myself. She had black straight hair and pale skin. When she noticed everyone watching her she smiled and waved. 

"This stinker is my daughter Harmony. She's 19." Weston introduced the unfamiliar face. 

Before anyone had time to say hello two more outlines could be seen coming up the stairs. One was a boy who looked to be at least 21 and the other was too far behind the first outline to be visible. 

"These are my sons, Tyler and Kamdyn. Tyler's the scary old man who's a brand new drinker  and Kam's our baby boy." Weston said to clear up any confusion.

"Dad I'm 16." The figure behind Tyler spoke in a deep voice. When be emerged into a position more visible to the eye I noticed that not only was he super cute, but he was tall and I mean really tall. And he wasn't the lanky gross type of tall, he had an athletic build and toned muscles. He looked like he would murder my brother in a fight. He had long dirty blonde waves that framed his sunkissed face. He had hazel eyes with pretty long eyelashes encasing them.  

His eyes found mine and for the first time in months, the beach wasn't my main concern.

This week was going to be different than any other week of summer. 

I just knew it.

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AN: WOWWW!! 1st chapter done and I'm so excited for the rest! I have so many ideas for this book but I'm curious about which one I'll choose ;) 1300 words !! Please excuse any typos or grammar mistakes and I'm aware she's traveling from Michigan to North Carolina but let's just pretend it doesn't take 15 hours :))) Have a great day!!