The Brown Eyed Boy

Chapter 5

"We're going to the beach, we're going to the beach!" Kendall chanted continuously, as she skipped around my bed.

"I'm going to punch you in the throat if you don't leave my room right now," I muttered angrily. 8am was far too early to be waking up on a Saturday, especially during summer vacation, by my standards.

As Kendall ran out of my room, terrified that I'd actually lay a finger on her, I slipped out of bed and quickly ran to my door to shut it. Who cares if it's family and they've "seen it all before"? I'm in my undies and baggy tshirt for Christ's sake. I didn't even have the energy to put a sports bra on before bed, so, yanno, everything is... out there.

Before I slid into a pair of denim shorts I found on my floor, I changed into a bikini which was evidently on the floor as well. I rummaged through my closet until I found a pink crop top.

I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and stared into the mirror across the room from my bed. I cocked my head to the side, debating whether I should put makeup on or not. I decided to quickly apply some waterproof mascara, and nothing else. We were going to the beach, after all, and I didn't want to be that girl.

Slipping my iPhone into the back pocket of my shorts, I grabbed my headphones and sunglasses, I slipped my feet into a pair of flip flops and headed downstairs. Mom had poured me a cup I coffee and was thanked by a simple sigh of relief I gave her when I grabbed it eagerly.

"Morning, sunshine," she cooed.

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled as I sipped at my coffee. "You know I'm not all-for this big family beach extravaganza."

My mom laughed and patted my shoulder, replying with a "you'll survive," sarcastically as she smiled.

Once we arrived at the beach, I fell in love instantly. The soft sand, the beautiful blue water; it was perfect.

As I scanned the entire beach and all its glory, my eyes froze-no, scratch that; my whole body froze when my eyes landed on Jesse. He had that stupid frustrated look on his face-eyebrows furrowed and everything-until his gaze caught mine, which caused him to smile.

Without thinking, I ran over to him, signaling to my mom not to wait up. He opened his arms as if he was expecting a hug, which is exactly what he got.

I hugged him a little longer than a friend should, but I'm not one to give a fuck about those kind of things.

"Hey," he smiled, "here with the family?" He gestured towards Kendall and mom. Blake had probably found his friends or something cause he was nowhere in sight. Mom waved to Jesse, smiling in that "hello friend of my daughter!" kind of way. Ugh. Trust your mom to embarrass you in front of your hot new friend.

"Ugh, yeah," I groaned, glancing over my shoulder at my embarrassment I like to call my family. Returning my gaze back up to those friendly brown eyes, I looked him up and down. "Who the ell wears vans to the beach?" I laughed. He had a plain tshirt on, along with a pair of board shorts that hung low on his hips. He topped it all off his a snapback and his infamous pair of vans.

"I like my vans, okay?" he chuckled, kicking one of his feet out as he admired his shoes.

Jesse and I walked down the beach towards an area where there were far less people. Thank god. I hated crowded places. And people.

"Thanks," I laughed, "it was crazy down there. Is it always like that?" I said, trying to start a conversation. You could tell that I don't start conversations very often.

Jesse sat down, leaning against a huge log, making himself comfortable. "Oh yeah," he sighed, "it's hectic. There are always way too many people here. But what can you do, right?" He patted the ground next to him, signaling for me to sit. Like a trained puppy, I did as he'd told and sat down.