Surviving at sea—now that's a legend that Irebella Cresent will be able to tell for the rest of her life—to her grandchildren, to her children, to her friends, to everyone. The story of her life is now a mystery with an ending that was solved. People tend to assume after someone goes missing that they are dead for some that's the truth but for others, it is not.
The celebration now is a word to celebrate. They are well known and sometimes they are to mourn someone's death, to celebrate a birthday, celebrate marriage and just to celebrate anything. Everything is worth celebrating as long as there's a cause to it a champagne will always be hopped.
Days go by and time flies. People revolve around their thoughts, and feelings and who they are surrounded by influences you're decisions. Now sometimes you just need a moment to yourself. Whether it's going for a walk along the beach, watching the sunset over you while you're barreling a wave with your surfboard or even celebrating something at a party. Everything matters especially the people around you.
Alexander Peters used to be as local as they come but now he's changed. He was influenced by Irebella and decided to change for her. Was he willing to give up his social status for her or will their relationship prevail?
(( Brandon's POV ))
The night after the celebration of Brandon and Elaine's engagement was a blur. Brandon woke up being in Elaine's house. They must walked Brandon home but either way he wondered how Alexander and Irebella were doing. Last time he checked on them was about 12pm and Irebella was dancing with a bottle of champagne in her hand and Alexander was holding her waist the whole time she danced with him so she wouldn't fall Brandon assumed.
Brandon thought he'd make a coffee as he realised was going to surfer with the hangover Brandon had unless it went pass before she woke up, Elaine didn't drink at all last night since she's 3 months pregnant. Elaine was still asleep at this point in time.
(( Alexander and Irebella's POV ))
On the other hand Alexander was fast asleep and so was Irebella. They were fast asleep in his bed. The last time Irebella was on his bed they made out and thats all but according to both of their clothes being on the floor it would be safe to assume that last night Irebella and Alexander did a lot more then made out.
When Alexander woke up he yawned but didn't want to wake Irebella as he noticed she was asleep on his chest. Alexander moved a little and then suddenly he heard a soft morning voice come from Irebella.
" Alex.. " Irebella had said. Alexander heard his name replying with, " That's my name! " he giggled. " Stop moving I want sleep.. " Irebella was tired by the strain in her voice. " Mhm gotcha.. " he'd laugh before he'd watch her doze off by now. By the time Irebella awoke she'd notice Alexanders arm around her.
Suddenly she'd remember last night as she'd say, " Alexander.. you awake? "Alexander would nod as he'd say, " Finally you're awake morning and yes i'm awake obviously. " By now irebella would begin to look at Alexander with a serious look as she'd say, " Serious question.. do you remember last night? " He'd smile, " Is that a serious question? Of course I do Irebella. "
Irebella would give a gasp, " Alexander, im serious... this isn't the right situation to be in. I was drunk you were drunk we both didn't even think this through, all I know is we may have or may have not used protectio- "
Alexander would interrupt Irebella before she could continue speaking. " Calm down Irebella. I'll admit you were off your chops last night and so was I but don't forgot the fact this kind of stuff was bound to happen in our relationship at least once. We've been through hell n back together and you expect me to tell you that sex wouldn't have happened at all? Is you're head screwed on backwards? "

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OCEAN EYES
RomanceTwo lovers Alexander and Irabella, were once known as the seas sweethearts now they no longer speak. One moment a photograph can be something you treasure the next it can be attached to a grave stone. " Lost at sea " they say, but for Alexander he n...