Not Me!

Beach Trip

(Y/N)'s POV

My phone buzzed once then twice. I made one last pass with my hairbrush in my hair before checking my phone. Two text message notifications from Edward sat waiting for me.

"Don't go to La Push."

"You need to practice your passion."

"Stop, Edward. I'm going it would be good for me." I quickly typed my message on the keys, not wanting to bother with this anymore. Tossing my phone onto my bed to get lost somewhere in it, I went back to the bathroom.

The trip would be good to relieve the stress of the end-of-school prep. The sun not being completely hidden by clouds so it could gently shine down on the sand and water. I wouldn't have to write mountains of papers or practice my violin with Edward.

It would be like summer came early for a few short hours, without a worry for a short while. I think my violin skills could handle a few hours of rest.

My violin and arms might even be thankful for a moment. I can practice when I get home. It wouldn't be too long of a trip, two hours maybe. Probably three hours would be the most.

The sun, sand, and water were just in my touch now. Salty air will be blowing and tides crashing at the shoreline. Rocks and shells litter the sandy ground.

Not a thought besides enjoying the scenery, leaving stress at the door. It would be nice.

A car horn blared outside, startling me out of my daydreaming. My phone chimed a quieter song with the doorbell's ringing.

"Alright, alright." I knew who it just had to be. Tyler, Eric, and Mike are picking me up on their route to get the rest of the group. I slipped into my shoes, snatching my singing phone.

I watched the messages piling up from what I'm sure is Eric's spamming. If I had to guess, that would have to be Mike at the door.

I could hear him now, shouting along with the doorbell. It started muffled, getting louder as I came up to the door. "Beach trip! Beach Trip!" He chanted from the other side.

"Stop it already!" I called to the other side. The racket was imitablely obnoxious, but I couldn't help the smile anyway.

He kept going until I swung open the door. "Hey, enough with the doorbell, Mike." All of them stopped the noise almost simultaneously. Tyler took his hand off the horn, my phone stopped buzzing, and Mike moved aside for me.

"Let's go, Mx. Musician. How do you like the sun?" He raised his palms up to the sky, showing the bright sun.

"Looks cool, I'd like it better at the beach." I followed into the back of the van.

"Who's plan was it anyway to cause all that noise?" I gave each a glance as the van started to move.

"Mine, brilliant, I know." I could almost hear Eric's smile without having to see it.

"Well, I suppose the plan worked. And it only took..." I looked down at my phone's screen. "57 messages. You're losing your touch. It took 98 last time, no more fast keys?" I teased him back.

"It was hard to see with the sun!" He disputed.

"Okay, let's get a move on."

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Bella sat down on the floor of Tyler's van with me. The boys were splashing each other with the salty ocean water.

"Yeah?" My eyes continued to watch the boys, in case they did something dumb.

"Did you find out any more about Edward?" Bella peered around to make sure no one was around.

"Um, nothing much really, to be honest." My eyes squinted when a sun ray beamed at us. "He's a bit cold to the touch."

"When did you find that out?" She bit her lip nervously.

"When I was in the car with him. He had the heat on, I got a bit hot. We both tried to turn it down at the same time. Our hands touched and I felt it." I looked back at her.

"How cold?"

"Like ice," I could remember it vividly from that Saturday night.

"Hey, Bella! What are you doing here?" A man with long black hair came up to us. His hair must have gone a little past his shoulders. He wore a black zip-up jacket.

"Hey, Jacob...What are you stalking me know?" Bella got onto her feet.

The phrase confused me from the sudden placement. "Hey," I greeted him too.

"Oh, hey, I'm Jacob." He leaned to the side to see me better past Bella.

"I'm (Y/N), I'm guessing you two are friends or something?" My brows knitted together.

"Yeah, we are." His hands got shoved into his pockets. "Since childhood."

"Okay, that's cool." I turned back into the van.

They both left talking to each other as they walked the shore. Bella pulled her coat closer, pulling up her hood. While Jacob didn't seem as bothered by it.

"Hey, Angela," I greeted her as she popped the van's passenger door open to take a seat.

"Hey," She kept her eyes cast down a bit. Her voice held this disappointed tone to it.

"What's up?" I peered further out to see her.

"I've been kinda hoping that Eric would ask me out." She fiddled with her thumbs, her eyes now watching her hands in her lap.

"Why don't you ask him?" It seemed like a simple enough solution.

"Do you think that would work?" She looked up at me, pushing her glasses back up.

"Yeah, like I told Jessica about Mike. Just go for it, I think he would accept it."

"Okay, I'll do it." Her voice sparked only a little bit with confidence.

"You got this, Angela." I smiled. "Do you know if Jessica asked Mike yet?"

"No, she didn't want to. She asked me to ask him to ask her out." She pulled out a pack of Twizzlers from the floorboard.
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