Tyde
“OMGGGG Bubby I can’t believe you're taking me vaca with youuu!” I squeal loudly walking through the airport. My dimples show when Troye pretends not to know me.
“Me either”, he mumbles.
I laugh, and we get on the plane.
*This is the part where I skip the plane flight and obvious layover in Houston or some other Texan place because its not your decision.
We fiiiiiinally get off the plane to be greeted by a purple head of hair tackling Troye.
“Tilly!”
“Troyesivan!”
At that Tyler looks at me over my brother’s shoulder. “Hi Tyde.”
“Hashtag Troyler”, I comment.
Wheres his daughter?
“Jess is working, she handles kids at a scuba dive and snorkeling place. I think shes in the shop today, so we’re gonna go see her if thats oslay.”
Tyler takes us to his golf cart, which happens to be the same color as his hair. He tells us that transportation on the island consists of golf carts and bikes. No one really uses cars. After a couple minutes of Troyler talking in the front seat and me getting bounced of the back by a plethora of potholes, we reach a shabby little beach shack at a fancy resort.
Walking past myriads of sunburnt Americans, Tyler tells us that Jess should get off her shift in about twenty minutes, but it just depends on when the boat gets back. Reaching the shop, Tyler screams, “The Queen has arrived!”
A little girl says, “the queen!?”, with exciting bursting through her voice.
I hear a feminine laugh, and, “not quite, Kennedy. Hi Ty!”
We walk through the door, with Tyler strutting in the front. There stands a stunning girl about my age, with a baby on her hip and two little girls playing at her heels, Some how she talentedly keeps all three under control. I can only assume that she is Jess.
“Whos this?”, Troye questions.
“Kennedy and Klarkson are twins, and this is Delano”, she replies gesturing to each kid in turn.
A hispanic guy comes in a says, “Jess the boat is back.”
“Thanks Boberito”, she says flashing an adorable smile. She must have had braces for a long time. The smile is every dentist’s dream. “Kennedy, Klarkson, mommmy and daddy are back. Ready to go see them?”
“Okay.”
“I dowanna go.”
“I’ll be back in five”, she says walking out on the dock.
I watch through the glass door as she reports to the parents, hugs the little girls, talks to who I can only assume is her boss, and then comes back inside. Grabbing a bag from the cubbies, Jess says she’ll ride her bike by the golf cart.
Jess'es outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=117874688
