6 hours, and 120 songs later, we finally arrived, and unfortunately, it cleared up a lot, which means we had to endure Dameon's sexist spiel for another hour or so.
When we made it to the hotel, as as they do - they offered us a bag trolley, but Dad, being the proud man that he was, insisted we carry it all ourselves. I'm a strong guy, but three bags plus bedding was a little much, but i guess I made do, because eventually I found myself flopping down onto the comfortable bed of a hotel room.
Daemon and I shared a bed, and Ryder was with Dad.
"Don't get too comfortable, boy" Dad said sitting next to me and punching my arm. "We're heading to the coast soon, so change into your trunks."
"Right now? Aren't we going to unpack first?"
"We can always do that later," Dameon insisted, "but the lunchtime babe train has already left the station, and you better be snappy if you wanna catch it." He said, ripping his shirt off.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." The words tasted like poison on my tongue. I guess you're right. Disgusting.
"You guys are pigs," Ryder said, throwing a towel at me. But I'm not, I swear.
We headed down to the beach about an hour later, and immediately, I had doubts about whether or not I really was a pig like Ryder said, only, I wasn't eating from the same trough.
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Along Came Andrew
Fanfiction"Maybe I don't want it to; maybe I want to sit down on a couch and lean my head on his shoulder and have him wrap his arms around me, or maybe just hug me as I cry into his shoulder, while he tells me it's going to be fine." B.D. 7.20.16
