southpark is a close knit community, in which y/n's family has woven their selves into. for better or for worse? depends on the day. a chance to get away from the cold, mountainous, town arises from an invite to tolkien blacks's very own private isl...
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"spill!" bebe shouts and catches up to nichole, wrapping her arm around her shoulders and pushing heidi out of the way. bebe brought more suitcases then the rest of us did so she took longer getting them back out. well, tolkien's butlers took longer anyways.
"okay so, we were in the cabin talking for a little bit, right? and then i don't know- we just started kissing." nichole tells all of us bashfully, her voice quiet as she speaks. "and?" bebe prods for more information. "we kissed. god bebe you sound like a middle schooler!" she says angrily and then storms off.
well, that was a quick conversation.
her faster paced walking made her luggage bump up and down on the deck more aggressively then before which was pretty funny to watch, but i felt bad she was upset so i kept my anusement down to a smile. on the other hand, kyle, thought it was real funny and burst into laughter. his laugh is contagious, made me want to laugh too, but i kept myself together. barely. stan punched him in his arm and he quieted down.
we all pause to admire the view around us as a group at the end of the dock. me personally, i've never been so close to the coast before. i tear my gaze away from the horizon for a moment to watch wendy catch up with stan, who turns around and wraps his arm around her shoulder as they look off into the ocean. it's kind of sweet seeing all of us stop to enjoy the splendor around us, collectively.
besides nichole she's long gone.
"my, it sure is pretty down here." butters marveled. the sky was becoming a lighter shade of blue as it does when dusk is approaching, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. the remnants of the afternoons warm sun reflected against the water and everyone joined butters in admiring the view. but that was short lived. it was time to unpack.
we all separated and traveled to our respective houses. girls plus butters at wavecrest home, team stan and clyde at hawthorn hill, tolkien's parents are staying in sunset cove, and the others at windcourt manor. having names for the homes feels very posh to me, but i kind of like it. it gives them character, even if they don't even mean anything. our house, wavecrest, is farthest from the coast. and hawthorn hill isn't even on a hill.
"shall i do the honors?" wendy asks us, referring to opening the front door. "just open the door nerd." bebe laughs and wendy does as she's told. we all file into the house, each of us pausing to admire the scene. the inside of the house was beautiful, knocking all my expectations out the floor-to-ceiling windows.
even the foyer was impressive. the living room was attached to the entry by a doorway that was at the foot of the stairs. opposite of that doorway was another doorway which led to a dining room, which led to the kitchen, which led to the living room. the entire base floor was a circle, all connected to eachother by archways. the entire design of the house was cohesive as possible and perfectly matched the idea i had of a beach house, but still added it's own elegant flair.
