Fake dating (hamzah the fantastic)

chapter 5 - beach

We rode in a car we rented over to the house. It was a beautiful sunny day, and I couldn't pull my eyes away from the window. It had been a while since I'd seen any palm trees.

"So, this is your first time being back here in America, right?" Mandy said. We both sat in the back of the car, Hamzah was in the driver's seat and Martin in the passenger.

"Yeah," I said. "It's kinda weird being back." And it was. When I had first moved to Canada, all I wanted to do was go back to the U.S. But after living there for a few years, I realized that I kinda liked it there, the living and healthcare expenses were better, and I just liked the vibe.

We finally pulled up to the house after twenty minutes of driving. It was a nice house, which is what I expected. It was pretty big too, but that was also expected since it was going to house a lot of people. It was me, Hamzah, Martin, Mandy, Fran, Micheal, Julie, Aaron (Julie's fiance), May and her boyfriend David. So yeah, a lot of people.

We got inside and said hi to everyone. Everybody except Fran seemed excited to see me. I held Hamzah's hand the whole time, which I didn't even notice I was doing until we got to our room.

"This is my room," said Hamzah, and he tossed his bag on the one bed. He sat down on it, facing me.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention there's only one bed, sorry."

I rolled my eyes, tossing my own bag on the couch. "Of course."

It was a decently sized room, with a bed on the far end. It faced a TV, which was next to a closet. Next to the bed was a night table, and then a couch.

I didn't even think about the fact that we would be sharing a room, let alone a bed. I guess it made sense, though. Everyone thought we were together. So why wouldn't we share a room?

"I'm gonna go get a drink," I said.

He followed me downstairs and into the kitchen, where Julie and Mandy sat together. When they saw us, Julie said, "we're all going down to the beach if you guys wanna come."

"Sure," said Hamzah, grabbing an apple from the fridge. I sipped at my water and internally groaned. I really just wanted to take a nap. 

It was already kind of late, around four pm. And I was just so tired from the flight and everything. But as if reading my expression, Mandy said, "c'mon, it's a vacation!" 

She did kind of have a point, and I was really excited to see the beach. I sighed and said, "Okay, I'm gonna go get changed then,". Mandy said, "same" and followed me upstairs.

Once we finally were alone in her room (I really didn't want to change in mine) she said, "so?"

"So what?"

"So? Does he like you or what?"

I rolled my eyes again but smiled. Of course she would be asking that.

"He only likes me as a friend," I said. "I'm only here cause I wanna make Fran mad and, duh, free vacation." I said.

"Okay, but he keeps looking at you,"

"Omg! He's looking at me! That's a sure sign he wants to marry me, have kids, and grow old together!" I said in a joking tone.

Mandy just rolled her eyes but we both laughed. But a small part of me was maybe sort of a little excited at the fact that he was maybe sort of a little interested in me.

When we got downstairs, Hamzah was already dressed in swimshorts and had a beach bag in his hand. 

"You ready to go?" He said, and I noticed that he glanced down to the rest of my body. I was wearing a purple bikini that showed my chest a little.