A Hemmings Stepsister?

4.4

** this is her hair for this chapter. Just the hair, not the outfit. Enjoy**

They wasn't too pleased that we was going back to the house by ourselves. Our parents had joined us at the beach about an hour after we got there.

"They think we're going back to do something, but I just want to go swimming in the pool." I laughed.

Tyde cracked a grin before shaking his head.

"Race you to the house?" He asked.

"You're on Mellet."

I took off running, sand flying up as we ran.

Once we reached the house, he was a few steps behind me.

"I let you win." He landed.

"Uh huh. Sure you did." He groaned, clutching his stomach.

He eventually caught his breath and jumped in the pool, sending water flying everywhere.

I walked inside and grabbed my iHome, plugging my phone into and putting it on shuffle.

I walked over to the stairs and used them, trying not to get my hair wet again.

You might think I'm a priss for this, but do you know how hard it is to get think and long hair to dry?

Tyde was sitting on one steps that was built into the pool. I crossed over to him, sitting on his lap.

"I missed you." He smiled, his dimples showing.

"I missed you too." He turned my body around so I was facing him, with my legs on each side of his waist.

He smirked before leaning in.

"You taste like strawberry." He mumbled. He played with the straps on my bottoms, smiling into the kiss.

I pulled away, leaning my head on his shoulder. I heard footsteps approaching us, before splashing.

I leaned up and turned my head to see my dad, my mom, and my brothers in the pool.

I quietly groaned, before throwing my head back onto Tyde's shoulder.

"Ow." He complained.

"Man up babe." I laughed.

I leaned up to see him staring at me. He looked me straight in the eyes.

He grabbed the hair bow that was holding my messy bun up. He pulled it out, letting my dark brown hair out and into the water.

"You looked gorgeous with your hair down." He flirted.

"You're so cheesy." I shoved his face away.

"And you're adorable but I wish you'd quit flirting infront of your brothers.." Ben gagged. I rolled my eyes as our parents laughed at us.

"It reminds me of us Matt." Liz smiled, as he wrapped an arm around her.

"You guys just need girlfriends." I commented, "I'm telling you, I'm going to get all of you one date while we're here. All I have to do is go to Twitter. Plenty of people willing to date a Hemmings." I laughed.

"Luke baby!" I heard some female yell as she ran toward the house.

Freaking Arzaylea Rodriguez.

He got out of the water and met her halfway, walking her over.

"Didn't you break up with her?" I asked as she ran to Luke.

"Oh hell no." I got off of Tyde and out of the water and onto the boiling concrete.

"Why is she here?" I asked Luke. He looked guilty.

"We're dating again sweetie. So back the hell off and sit the hell down." She said. I glared at her.

Luke must have realized I was going to smack the piss out of her cause next thing I know, I'm in the water again.

"She cheated on you and you took her back!" I yelled.

"You took Tyde back." He said smugly.

"Hers was intentional."

"Uh-um-"

I smirked as he was lost for words. She glared at me before running her hand up his chest, giggling that annoying laugh.

I huffed before storming off and inside. I could her someone chasing after me.

"Mel! Wait!" I heard Jack scream.

"What? He doesn't care that she'll screw him over, so why should I?" I yelled, making sure Luke and Arzaylea could hear.

"Mel. Don't worry about them. I'd be worry about her stealing your man. She was making eyes at him until he looked at her." Jack admitted. Steam was probably coming out of my ears.

"That whore better leave Tyde alone."

I walked up to my room. I changed out of my bathing suit. I put on some volleyball spandex and one of Tyde's over sized Vidcon t-shirts. I combed my hair, spritzing some leave in conditioner in it. I took out my contacts and slid my glasses on my face.

I turned out the light and walked back outside. Tyde was out of the pool and sitting on a reclining chair, drying off.

I sat beside him, leaning into his chest.

"You okay?" He whispered.

"Not exactly."