“Have you lost your head?”
Martin laughed as Gerrard slapped his back jokingly. “That was really sick, what you did up there.”
“But it melts every girl’s heart,” commented Liam, their bassist. “You knew she didn’t have the ticket?”
“I saw her sneaking in with her boyfriend or something,” Martin kicked the sand on the beach. “Too bad.”
“That’s a really inaccurate and early assumption,” said Chris. “To me? He looks more like a houseboy. That girl that went up the stage, she had serious class. I smelled it when she started talking. She didn’t even sound like a normal teenager.”
“I pity her for that,” Martin scoffed. “Hey, check this out.”
They found a nearly broken sandcastle on the beach. Some people must have stepped on it, but it was still visible. Next to the sandcastle was some letters written prettily—Princess M Was Here.
“Didn’t your dream girl almost say a name that started with an M?” Gerrard asked carefully. Martin knelt down and touched that writing, already missing the Beach Princess. “I think she did.”
YOU ARE READING
The Beach Princess
RomanceMarybeth did not smile—she was speechless. She was not used to this entire crowd, and these lights, and the loud music. She was not especially used to standing in front of a guy that could make her faint any minute… SONGFIC!
