holiday in florida | djh [discontinued]

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AN ~ so uhh this story is not getting the publicity i had hoped for with 3 chapters and 8 reads, but what can i do? keep writing! hopefully one day i'll get 50+ views and a few votes and comments?? just like every other writer out there, i like feedback!! *gasp*

(f/n)-first name

(l/n)-last name

Your eyes widen. "Gahhh" you shout, flustered, as you scramble to your room. You cringe as you remember your encounter with the two guys in the pool and pray that they will have left by the time you get to the party.

You frantically search through your closet for something to wear. You settle on a long-sleeved black and white striped shirt with a maroon skirt and black tights. Although it's hot and humid outside, you're in a winter-y mood.

"(y/n)!" Your mom pops her head in your room. "We're going to go now, but you can join us when you're ready." She announces and you nod. A few seconds later, you hear the door shut behind your parents. 

You walk into your bathroom and lean onto the counter, trying to decide what to do with your wet hair. You begin to Dutch braid it, and a few minutes later you are satisfied with the pigtails.

You apply a little makeup, then slip on your black Vans and grab your phone.

You nervously make your way to your neighbor's house. Your heartbeat matching the thudding of the bass inside. 

As soon as you step in the door, a lady with light brown hair greets you. "Hello, I'm Mrs. Lester, you must live next door." She has a strong British accent.

"Hi, I'm (f/n) (l/n)." You reply.

"You look about my son's age, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" She asks.

"Twenty two." You answer and Mrs. Lester's smile fades a bit.

"Well, he just turned thirty, but I still think you would get along." She smiles and motions for you to follow her. As you are following her, you notice your parents talking to some other neighbors. You wave at them to let them know you made it before focusing your attention back on Mrs. Lester.

She leads you out the back door and you immediately feel heat rushing up to your cheeks. The guys from earlier stand in the corner of the patio, deep in conversation.

"Philip!" She calls. 

The boy with straight black hair turns to face you. Now that you see him up close, you notice that he has blue eyes with a small ring of gold. He wears a green shirt with various butterflies and black skinny jeans. 

You have to admit, he's kind of cute. That is until you notice the extremely attractive boy standing next to him.

Up close, you notice his hair forms little ringlets above his forehead. His brown eyes are so deep you could drown in them. He wears a black, white, and gray color block sweater with black skinny jeans.

It's not until your lungs burn that you realize you've been holding your breath.

Mrs. Lester points to the boy in the butterfly shirt. "This is my son Phil," Phil smiles and awkwardly waves. You feel a little relieved by his awkwardness.

Mrs. Lester then points to the boy beside him. "and this is his best friend Daniel, also known as Dan."

Dan smiles and it shows off his dimples. You stifle a giggle as you notice two freckles next to his left dimple that almost make a sad face. He holds out his hand and you almost feel unworthy to shake it, but you do anyway.

"Uhh..I'm (y/n)." You introduce yourself, not sure of what to say next.

Mrs. Lester walks over to meet some other guests who just arrived, leaving you with Phil and Dan.

A moment of tense silence passes, then Dan speaks up, running his fingers through his hair. "Look, we're sorry about earlier. You deserve your privacy and it was rude of us to laugh."

"It was just how we could see your dog coming and we knew exactly what would happen before you did. It was like watching it in slow motion." Phil interjects, spreading his arms out for dramatic effect.

You smile, finally feeling relieved. "It's okay, I get it now. I'm not upset." You reassure them. They seem like very nice guys, and you can't wait to get to know them.