One of Those Nights

VI.

VI.

The skies were already packed of clouds and the sun was slowly rising when we finished preparing the meal.

Wet boys ran up to us and attacked the plate of sausage and pancake; and then, there were none.

Meanwhile, I sat on the edge of an enormous rock, staring at the picture-perfect of the guys and Cali.

She really is treated like a baby girl yet sometimes, she's treated as a person with authority. It's fun to look at the guys some time when they obey Cali in every way.

"Miyaa! Come!" Rafael yelled over the inch of distance.

I came to know the guys during breakfast. Rafael, the one who drove and Stark and Erik.

Stark and Erik reminds me of a book I'd read two years ago. Unfortunately, they were rival. Totally unlike of the Stark and Erik I know in real life.

"I'm coming later!" I yelled back, beaming.

Appreciating the picture, I took my phone and took a photo of them.

Internet was surviving. So I decided to post it back at home.

"Hey Miy"
"Hey what" I sarcastically mumbled while following a just-got-up-from-the-water Cameron.
"Introduce yourself, no way, introduce yourself, okay!" Cameron sang. "Do we have to do that kind of conversation?"

I laughed. It sounded a bit lunatic.

He went off at the hut and rummage something on his bag.

"You know, we don't ever need to introduce ourselves to each other. I'm sorry for being sassy but .. you are popular in school. Everyone knows you. I know you. You're a fucking fucker! And you know me, I'm a nobody"

I almost yelled. Shit, where did I get the strength to paint my voice with such .. feelings, but it should have been sarcastic.

Perhaps from your brain cells. They're not dead.

My subconscious hovered at me.

"Oh. There you are fckng goody goody. Almost beguiling everyone with that title, but must not they come and see the three pages I have of you being a fucker in words?" He smirks at me while tying the hammock on the trunk.

I suddenly became fury but tried to put control over it so the guys at the water won't notice something.

Marching into his hammock, I blurted desperately but totally not sorry. "Cameron Arnaldi. Please give me back my work. I won't fckng call you a fucker if you fckng give it back to me and shut the hell up about what you've read."

"You swear a lot lately. But anyway, I like the part where they had sex on the school library and the guy ended up spilling his semen on the books because the girl did not want to swallow."

"Okay now shut up. Please." I emphasized the please.

"Awkward, eh? " Then he laughs continuously until he finish tying the rope on the other trunk.

"That's quite a talent. Hmm" He covered his mouth with his palm to push the laugh his brain was producing.

I raced to his hammock and sat down.

"Get off. I'm going to sleep."

"No way. Not until you give those three pages back to me. Fckng give it to me Arnaldi"

"Fine! Fine! Don't worry, I brought it over. I know you'll be begging for these." He says walking to the hut where backpacks lay.

"Here!" He dumped it on my lap.