Hidden Dimples

❀ Chapter 27: It's not April Fools

Celestine's dress ^^

Celestine's POV

Storm gave me a cheeky smirk and I had to put a leash onto so many other emotions just casually floating about in my head.

Confusion, awe, relief, annoyance and so many other.

Yep, must have said it out loud.

Shit.

"So you finally decided to join us." Griffin chuckled, placing his palms flat on the ground before pushing himself up from the water and walking over to take a swig out of his water bottle.

I just rolled my eyes and diverted my attention back to the current book I had in my hands. Not more that a mere 5 seconds later though, a wet hand print inked onto the page.

"Christian!" I yelled and glared at him.

"Oops, now that the book is wet, mind joining us in the water?" He shot me a cheeky look before darting off into the direction of the pool.

"Sweet baby Jesus." I muttered under my breath before reluctantly tugging off the loose T-shirt I was wearing and walking over to the pool.

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"You guys cheated." Storm deadpanned as he shot them a dry look.

"It's called 'creativity'. Haven't you heard of that?" Griffin rolled his eyes before darting his tongue out at us.

"Creativity my ass." Muttered Storm.

"Your ass is nothing but flapjacks!"

"Your ass looks like a f*cking brick wall!"

Griffin scoffed. "Have you seen these? These are freshly baked buns out from the oven. Yours looks like the buns that have gone stale since last winter!"

They both growled in frustration as they bickered before they both turned to me. "CELESTINE!" They yelled in unison.

So you guys are probably very confused as to what's happening. And to be frankly honest, I am too.

I mean, it's not everyday you see two 17/almost-18-year-olds, arguing over whose butt is nicer, or rounder or firmer.

"Kim K would be disappointed in you both." Was my response before I pushed my sunglasses back onto my nose and continued to snap pictures of whatever.

Basically, the boys decided it was ideal to have a water polo game just now, and apparently Griffin was 'being creative' and went out of the pool to sweep an unsuspecting lady off her feet and tossing her into Storm who, at the moment, had the ball in his hands.

Great job Grif.

Of course after being struck by a shiny white handbag, Griffin had to apologize to the poor lady before the both of them ran to the other end of the deck.

And now here we are, arguing over whose butt looks better.

"Boys we're leaving tomorrow. Are you really going to spend your remaining time arguing over butts?" My mother came in and gave them both a pointed look before they sighed reluctantly and huffed.

"Come on, help me out at the fashion show. Christian and Jackson are already there. Get your asses up and start moving!" My mom ushered before the grumbling boys trotted out the room.

Mom stood leaning at the doorway as the guys grabbed their beanies and exited the room before she closed the door. She shot me a look that told me to face away from the balcony so that she could have a few words with me.