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Miami, FL July 30th Saturday
🎶Him and Corey in that dusty blue Regal Barely kept gas in that motherfucker Headliner fallin' from the ceilin' Still act an ass in that motherfucker🎶
During the Miami sunshine beaming down on the sandy beach. The settled waves crashed on shore as kids and adults either were getting knocked over or fighting the waves. Claim to fame by Jeezy blasted through the red portable JBL FLIP 5 Bluetooth speaker inside the six-people beach cabana.
Samara smiled, using her phone to record Grayson jumping the short waves–holding Chanel and Lanae's hands on either side of him. Yesterday the group, plus the siblings' mothers, arrived in Miami Florida yesterday afternoon. Considering how late plus all the turbulence they experienced during the three-hour flight yesterday afternoon, everyone decided to call it a day in their hotels.
Since they have the whole morning free until they have to travel to the boarding doc–North and Grayson wanted to spend it at the beach. That's the only thing the two kept speaking about which was the beach.
"Lord, Bop is gonna have to take a shower when we get back to the room," Samara chuckled to herself, pressing the red button to end the video. Grayson loves baths but once they get back to the room–they would be in a time crunch.
She looked up once the sun beamed on her face upon the openway being open. Dressed in the black one-piece swimsuit and having sand in her freshlydown braided plaits, North struggled to walk as she carried the bucket of sand inside the tent. "Northy, are you sure you don't want to get back in the water?" Sam wondered, watching the small toddler flop down in front of the pile of sand.
"Naurrrr," She replied, making Sam burst out laughing much more watching her run off to get more sand. Ever since the ocean water waves knocked her over and stole her hot pink goggles. North hasn't wanted to get back in the water, she won't even look at the water with how mad she is.
Kids could hold a grudge against anyone or anything.
"Water had her fucked up," Samara heard Kamari mutter from behind her and she started laughing again. Chuckling, she looked behind her as he and she shared the tan beach seat. Her eyes wandered around the tattoo art covering his full chest and arms as his soft brown skin glowed underneath the shade. His right arm was on his forehead–covering his eyes while his free hand was in his black swim shorts.
When looking at him, looks wise–she has some great taste in men.
"Stop staring at me," Kamari spoke up, breaking her daze and she rolled her eyes. "I'm not playin', stop looking at me," He voiced again, removing his arm from his head–having a hard mug plastered over his face.
