𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝 |𝚁. 𝙸𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒|

𝚃𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝟶𝟶𝟷

A [h/c]-haired female was setting up some chairs, and some sun umbrellas to block the sun's rays, along with some towels on the ground. She saw no sign of her friends showing up soon so {Y/n} plotted down in the chair. Reaching a hand in her beach bag, she grabbed out her camera that was wrapped delicately in a bag so it wouldn't break, though it was one of her cheaper digital cameras.

{Y/n} was snapping pictures of just the scenery, the sun that touched the water. When taking pictures, people made the place alive, and capturing that was worth something to her. Something that would amount to good old times when she got older.

Even the moment when people bother her.

"Hey, girlie." Two guys approached the female. One with ginger hair and blue eyes, and the other with blond hair, green eyes, and freckles on his face. "What are you doing here all alone?"

{Y/n} put the camera on her lap and faced the two males with little to no expression on her face, "What do you want?" Her monotone voice made the two guys smirk even more.

"On come on, don't give us the cold shoulder, baby girl," The other male says, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Can't we just take you out in the water, no?"

"No, you can not. I am staying here. So leave." She picks up her camera again, not looking back at the two boys.

She didn't notice the shitty grins that plastered on their faces. The blond one sat on the right side while the ginger was on the left. {Y/n} didn't dare to look at them and give them what they wanted. She faced forward clicking some pictures.

The one on the right took her chin making her face him, "Oh, come on there kitten. Don't be like that."

{Y/n} wanted to puke right there when he said "kitten". She moved his hand away looking at him with a fake smile. "Please never say that again."

The blond-haired just stared at her, usually that worked on the ladies. He blinked, not understanding why those words and the charms didn't get her attention.

Now it was the ginger's turn...

"Don't you dare lay a hand on me you freak, ginger." {Y/n} says facing the boy with a dirty look.

"Whatever you say, chick. It's your loss."

Both of the guys get up and leave. {Y/n} takes a relieving sigh as they leave. If they were there for another second she would have taken matters into her own hands.

As she was taking some more photos a loud cheery voice called her name, "{Y/n}! Sorry, we are late!"

The [h/c]-haired female put her camera down looking over to see who called her, "What took you guys so long?" Her two friends ran up to her setting down their belongings on the beach towels.

The first to put her items down put a hand on her broad hip while moving her black hair which had blue strands, out of her face. Her green eyes looked at {Y/n} who was taking some pictures of her. "Get that stupid camera out of my face! I look like a mess right now," Marina says facing the other way while putting her hand in front of the lens.