When it Happens

Chapter 23

"Wake up, Patch. We're here."

I groaned, peeling my right eye open and seeing sunlight. I cringed, and pulled my beach bag over my face. Hey, after a nearly three hour drive to Cape Cod, I was exhausted. The gang and I decided what better way to celebrate our newly graduated selves than a trip to one of the most exciting towns on the coast of Massachusetts? Dave found us a place right on the beach near the boardwalk, so we all split the total cost of the house into the 11 of us that were coming (Joshua made the cut). Mikey decided to bring a girl he had been talking to lately. Her name was Teresa Miller, and she was just the sweetest thing. Strawberry blonde hair, light freckles, and clear blue eyes. I really liked her. However... Fryer, being the idiot and horny guy he is, invited my "best friend" and his new lover, Sandra Fawn. I just about killed him when he told me. I actually almost backed out of coming, but he made her promise she'd behave.

"Do I have to get up now?" I moaned and she laughed, taking the beach bag away from my face and slapping me with it. 

"Yes. We gotta unpack. Plus, first come first serve with the bedrooms, and I intend on getting the master. Now c'mon, let's go!"

"Ugh, what's so good about the master, anyway?"

"Um, king bed? Balcony? Own bathroom? If that doesn't sound like heaven to you, then you're crazy."

When I fully open my eyes, I see Nate's Jeep and Dave's Mazda in the driveway of an ugly mustard yellow house. Yuck. At least it looked big.

The interior was much better than expected, and I felt its brand new A/C as we walked through the front door. I trotted my bag and dropped it right by the front staircase, taking in my sights. A staircase, and a hallway.

"Hello?" Shannon yells through the house as we walk through the hallway, and nobody answers. The end of the hallway led to a back staircase along with the living room and kitchen both. I'm analyzing the messily wrapped turkey and ham sandwiches when we hear steps coming down the stairs.

"Oh, boo-hoo, cry me a river, Dave. I got there first. Ya snooze, ya lose!" I heard a shirtless Nate say and he looked at me. "Babe!" He ran down the rest of the way and picked me up off my feet, spinning me around, and kisses me as he put me down. I felt his abs as he picked me up, and that was very nice.

"Okay, well if you'll excuse me, lovebirds, I have a master bedroom to go claim," Shan said, pushing us out of the way and heading towards the staircase.

"Don't bother. Already taken." Dave replied in a plain voice and Shannon groaned.

"Are you kidding me?! I told you to get up earlier, Vivian! Who got it?"

Nate gave me a smirk. "Me."

"Oh great," she said sarcastically. "So she's the one that delays me from getting here first, but, no, it's okay! Because her boyfriend got it instead." She turns to me. "It's basically a win-win for you. You got to sleep in, and you basically got the master!"

Nate and I both laughed. "Don't worry, Shannon," I say. "I'll still share a room with you. I need a backup plan in case he snores."

"Hey!" He whines and hugs me from the back. People periodically begin to come and Nate helps me unpack my stuff into the second biggest room that Shannon and I are sharing. It wasn't bad, two twin-sized beds and a good view of the ocean. The only downside was that we would be sharing a bathroom with Dave and Mason the next week. Yeesh. Can you say smell-y?

By noon, everybody was there (except Fryer and his slut- I mean Sandra) and we're all craving the beach. Everyone changed into their bathing suits and walked out with sandwiches and beers in their hands.