Chill, Peeps. It's Here! XD
Chapter Fifteen Part Two:
After singing along to popular songs with Kyle, we arrived at the beach house. I almost forgot about Marcus. Almost. My family and Kyle come to this beach house every summer, but recently, my Dad had gotten a job. We haven’t been here to the beach house in two years. We just never got around to going. But as we pulled up to the blue beach house, I felt at ease. With everything from Marcus to drama. Just everything.
“Just me and you?” I asked Kyle, unbuckling my seatbelt.
“Well, I didn’t want everybody to catch the blues, if they come around you.” I rolled my eyes.
“You’re so dramatic.”
Kyle got out as well, and grabbed our bags, walking up to the front of the house.
“I’m going to break his face.” Kyle yelled behind him. “You have had three days to do so. Obviously you’re a pansy.” I heard him scoff.
“Whatever. I was just taking care of my best friend.” I blushed. “Thanks.” I mumbled.
“No problem.” He muttered, reaching for the keys. He unlocked the door, and I walked in after him, looking around at the memories.
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“Oh, girl. I like this one.” Kyle said in a playfully gay voice. He threw the string bikini at me. I was not in the mood to do anything. I had gotten into a depression again over the couple of hours we’ve been here. My heart was broken, and I just don’t feel like doing anything!
“Come on, Farah. Just put it on, and let’s go outside and tan, or whatever. I’ll take some pictures and upload them to Facebook, so Marcus can see how much ‘fun’ you’re having.” Kyle pleaded, grabbing my ankles.
“Don’t say his name, please.” He sighed. “Come on, or I’ll put that bikini on you myself.” Kyle smirked, pushing up my t-shirt. I slapped his hand away.
“I bet you’ll like that.”
“Very much so.” I laughed, and got off the bed. He winked, and left, shutting the door behind him. I quickly grabbed up the pink bikini, and changed into it. When I came out of the room, Kyle was eating a banana, leaning on the bar counter. He whistled at me, and I pulled my hair up out of my face. I smiled, “Don’t mirror it too long.”
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“The skinniness will all go away by tonight because my butt is going to be on that couch over there, eating junk food. Watching movies, and crying my eyes out. You want to join?” I asked him, pointing toward the couch in the small living room near us.
“Anywhere you’ll be.” He responded with a wink. I rolled my eyes, and walked past him unto the balcony heading to the beach. I looked back.
“Hey you are coming, right?” He quickly stuffed the banana in his mouth, and grabbed the towels that lay beside him, running out behind me. The towel hit me in the back, as I spun around to face him.
“Don’t you need that?” He asked pointing to the towel he just rudely threw at me. I picked it up, and walked toward the shore. I dropped my towel, while I spread it out. Kyle did the same, and sat down beside me.
“Not going to get in the water?” He asked me, getting up. I shook my head no, and put on the sunglasses I found from last year.
“Fine, but just you wait. You’ll want to when you see my abs.” Kyle said cockily, running back to the beach house.
After a couple minutes of actual silence since I got there. Kyle came back, carrying a surfboard. He ran out to the water, and wafted some of the small waves. I just closed my eyes and leaned back unto the towel.
“Get in here!” I heard Kyle yell. I sat up, and shook my head. I do not want to get in that water. I adjusted my sunglasses again, and watched him ride some sick waves. Kyle swam to the shore, and ran up beside me.
“Come on. Have fun. Please, for me?” He pleaded. I bit my lip, and shook my head no. He groaned, and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I screamed as I felt salty water all around me. I splashed Kyle, who takled me, making me gasp for air. I jumped on his back, taking him down. Well, I tried to take him down, but that only made me seem like a monkey. I hung around the front of him, with my feet wrapped around his waist, and my arms around his neck. Kyle stopped at the moment, and looked me in the eyes. For once, I thought he was going to kiss me. But instead, he tickled my waist that sent me squealing and splashing into the water.
He helped me back up, and wrapped his arm around my stomach, spinning me. I started to giggle, and Kyle picked me up bridal-style. I gasped, thinking he was about to throw me, but instead he kissed my cheek. I turned tomato red, and saw a childhood friend taking pictures of us. My face dropped, and I whisper yelled to Kyle. “Kyle!” He set me down, while his face expression was confusing. I looked back at the person me and Kyle use to hang out with here at the beach growing up, and smiled.
“Ren?” I asked to make sure it was him.
“Hey, Farah.” Ren said with that signature smirk.
“Ren!” I screamed, running toward him. His big muscled arms enveloped me in a big warm hug. He sat me back down to Earth, smiling ear to ear. Ren had dirty blond hair, and he was as big as a football player, yet instead he does gymnastics.
“It’s been forever. You look so different, Ren.” I told him with a goofy smile on my face. Kyle came up behind me, and did that weird handshake guys do to Ren.
Ren smiled at me, “And you look grown up and beautiful.” He told me truthfully, scanning me up and down. Kyle cleared his throat, and Ren handed Kyle his iPhone back. Kyle checked his phone, amused.
“Well, I have to get back. Nice to see ya’ll again.” Ren told us, running back where he came from. I turned back to Kyle, and smiled. I walked back to where all of our stuff was, and picked up my towel. I shook the entire sand out, and slapped it unto my shoulder. I headed back to the house, as I heard Kyle call out to me.
“Leaving so soon?” I raised my left hand above my head, and shook it without turning around. I just wanted to take a shower. Plus, my hair was in knots, while I felt sort of sticky.
Blah. Okay, Okay. I liked Ren. I wanted to add him in. He's just so freaking adorable. :3 Anyhoo, Give me at least three days. Then the next chapter will be up. Or sooner ;)
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