Chapter 03|Hot?Beautiful?Grown Up?

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After a far too long drive, the four finally arrived in Cousins. The four were already awaited by Jeremiah.

Oceana stretched as she got out of the car and swallowed her smint. 

"Look who came back all grown up!" shouted Jeremiah excitedly when he saw Belly. Belly chuckled and jumped into his arms. They hugged each other until Susannah yanked Belly out of his arms. 

"Did you go to the gym, man?" asked Steven to his best friend as Oceana helped Laurel with the bags. "Hell yeah," Jeremiah nodded. Conrad walked out of the yard to the driveway where he saw the family and Oceana.

"Damn, is that Oceana Golding?" whispered Jeremiah as he saw the blond girl. "Yeah, I know. She's...," Steven said as he searched for words. 

"Hot," Conrad said. "Beautiful," Jeremiah muttered. "Grown up," Steven filled in. He frowned and looked at his two friends, "Gross, guys. Gross."

Oceana smiled and looked up, straight into Jeremiah's eyes. They both had ocean blue eyes. Oceana smiled faintly and helped Laurel with a bag.

"Wasn't she along three years ago, too?" asked Jeremiah to his best friend. "Yeah, she's changed a lot. Just like Belly," Steven sighed as the three boys looked at Belly, who was still talking to Susannah. 

"Steven, please help," Laurel begged. Laurel thanked Oceana as the blond girl walked toward the house.

"Hey, Oceana right?" asked Jeremiah. "Yeah and you're Jeremiah. Summer, three years ago," Oceana chuckled as she stuck her hands in her pockets. "I remember, the only person I know with eyes as blue as mine," Jeremiah joked. "Yours are scary mine are beautiful," Oceana joked. Jeremiah gasped dramatically as Oceana chuckled. 

Before the two could talk further, Susannah walked up to Oceana with a big smile. "Hi Oceana. God, you got even more beautiful. You could so be Gigi Hadid's sister. Gigi Hadid is that model, right?" asked Susannah just to be sure. Oceana nodded with a smile,  "Thanks for letting me be here Ms. Fisher."

"Oh dear, call me Susannah. I feel so old when you say Mrs. Fisher," Susannah winked. Oceana nodded with a smile. "Come on, Belly will show you your room."

Oceana looked over Susannah's shoulder and saw Belly talking to Conrad, finally. 

"Hey, guys. I think it's time for a Belly flop!" shouted Steven and Jeremiah. Belly ran away screaming, but her brother and Jeremiah quickly caught her. The three older boys laughed as they threw Belly into the pool

Belly surfaced and held out her hand to Conrad. Conrad grabbed her hand, but Belly pulled him into the water. Oceana smiled at the two, finally having a moment.

Oceana walked into the large house. It was beautiful and cozy. Oceana saw that nothing had changed from three years ago. She looked at the pictures as she heard Steven talking to Jeremiah about cheese.

"Oh my god, Bells," chuckled Oceana as she saw a soggy Belly. "Belly, damn it. You're getting the whole floor wet," Laurel grumbled as she walked away to grab a towel. Belly ran after her, leaving Susannah and Oceana alone. 

"My goodness, you are beautiful," Susannah sighed as she looked at the Swedish girl. Oceana blushed and smiled nervously. "You were already beautiful the first time you were here, but wow. It really is the Swedish genes." Oceana smiled and nodded. 

"I bet you get a lot of attention from the boys," Susannah said with a wink. "Yeah, sort of. But they get tired of you fast these days," Oceana replied as she leaned on the kitchen counter.

"Ugh, I raised my boys so they don't get like that," Susannah told her as she grabbed drinks. Oceana sat down on the bar stool as Susannah poured her some juice. 

Oceana overheard Laurel and Belly talking about Belly having to call her father that they had arrived safely and about how Laurel used to look exactly the way Belly looks now.

"Do your parents have such beautiful eyes, too?" asked Susannah as she looked deep into Oceana's eyes. "No, just my cousin and I. But my blond hair I got from my father," Oceana told her. "Interesting," Susannah nodded with a smile. 

"Where is Mr. Fisher?" asked Oceana curiously as she looked around her. Susannah's expression changed quickly. "Oh he's in London. He'll probably come later this summer," Susannah told her as she looked away. 

"Oce? Are you coming?" asked Belly as she got ready to walk up the stairs. "Oh yeah," said Oceana as she quickly drank her juice.

She and Belly ran upstairs with her heavy suitcase. "What do you need with so many clothes?" asked Belly smiling at her friend. "It's not just clothes, Bells," laughed Oceana as she set the heavy suitcase down on the soft carpet. 

Oceana looked around the room. Everything was blue and white. The blue matched her eyes nicely, though her eyes were lighter. 

Oceana unpacked and set her makeup on the dressing table while Belly looked in the blondies case. Oceana had the most amazing clothes with her, clothes Belly was never seen in. Short summer dresses, skirts, crop tops, tank tops, dearing bikinis.

"Who is this?" asked Oceana as she picked up a white polar bear. "That Oceana is Junior Mint," Belly said as she snatched the polar bear from her friend's hands. "I can't believe you still have him," Jeremiah's voice sounded. The two friends turned to him with a jerk. 

"Duh, I could never throw Junior Mint away," Belly said as Jeremiah sat down beside them on the bed. He looked away, straight into Oceana's suitcase. And just let her Victoria secret bras be on top. He grinned and quickly looked away. Oceana saw it and raised an eyebrow. 

"Come on, let's swim before we have dinner," Jeremiah said as he banged on the bed. "I-I can't," Belly stuttered with a sigh. Oceana stared open-mouthed at Belly. "Come on, Bells. I've been waiting all day to swim in the sea especially for you guys," Jeremiah sighed. 

"Yeah, come on Bells. Please. For us," Oceana begged as she got on her knees and pleaded with her doe eyes. Belly laughed as Jeremiah could only watch with wide eyes. "Okay, fine. We'll see you down in a minute, Jer," Belly chuckled as she pushed the boy out of their room. 

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