Human Nature Is A Bitch.

1ne- Damn Water Drops

There is a time in people's lives when they're lost. Stuck in a valley with water closing in on every side. They can see death coming, can feel it piercing they're very souls, yet their feet won't move and all they hear is their thundering heartbeats in their ears.

When the waves block the sun, that's when the Prince Charming swoops in and catches them and brings them to safety. Generically, this man is a cliché. Good looking and respectful.

But I'm afraid that only happens in fairy tales. And this, my dear readers, is reality. Mickayla And AunJelle, best friends since birth, don't believe in fairy tales.

That is, until they lived one of their own...

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"AunJelle! Do you know where I put my sandals?" Mickayla yelled at me from the apartment bedroom.

I finished zipping the zipper on my suitcase and put it up by the door. "You sat them by the kitchen table!" I hollered back to her.

My best friend Mickayla was constantly losing things. She would lose her head if it wasn't screwed on. She appeared through the doorway with her sandals in hand.

"I'm going to go sit on the balcony. Stare at the forest and stuff. See if I can get some inspiration or something. You want to come with?" I asked. I was a writer, I did novels and poetry mostly. I'm looking for the perfect story to get published with. Right now all my stories were hand written on paper in binders. Ha.

"Yeah sure, I'll work on my tan or something." She turned her back on me towards the balcony.

I scoffed. "What tan?" I said under my breath.

"Hey, I heard that!" I laughed.

I joined her outside. She had her sunglasses on and was leaning back in a lawn chair with her hands tucked behind her head. I sat down in the other one and started to draw the hummingbird feeder filled with red liquid that was hanging down from the eaves of the small hotel building.

This whole place consisted of a small string of buildings, small ones, that were cozily packed togather, one bedroom, bathroom and kitchen that opened up into a living room. I liked it here. The balcony of the next building was three feet from our own.

There was a car parked next to our rental belonging to the people staying next door. The balconies faced the forest and the parking spaces in front of the slender buildings. Our own rental car was an older grey/silver Mazda. Theirs was similar, I couldn't tell what kind.

We heard laughter in the distance and I smiled. Mickayla did too.

I tried to concentrate on my drawing and ignore the sounds. I had to hold the paper down as it flapped in the wind. My throat felt dry so I reached down to my cup of ice tea. It was just out of reach of my fingers. Damn my non-flexibility.

I adjusted myself before leaning farther to reach it. That's when the papers I had been drawing on were wrenched from my hands by the wind into the air. "Oh no!"

It flew between two boards and down. I jumped up and reached out to it. Mickayla raised up her glasses and watched me, knowing that there was nothing she or I could do about my paper now.

It landed softly at someone's feet, but my eyes were too glued to it and I refused to look up. I was still stretched out over the railing as the person picked it up and looked at it. It was a guy. He had dark brown hair that was cut sort of short and it was soaked with water and looked like he had shaken it.

He had dark almost almond shaped eyes, a strong jaw with a couple of days growth on it. His chest and swimming shorts were wet with droplets of water streaming down. A towel was slung over his shoulder.

This guy had another male with him. This one was blonde and had a country-boy-from-Texas look to him. He was almost as muscular as the dark haired one.

"This is yours?" asked the dark haired one, holding up my drawing and looking at me.

"Um yeah," Mickayla stood up next to me and caught the eyes of the blonde haired one. She raised her eyebrow and put her glasses on top of her head.

"Hold on, let me get it."

I rushed inside and down the stairs past the suitcases and to the guys, almost tripping on the concrete bar that was protruding out because of our crookedly parked car: Mickayla and her infinately amazing driving skills...

When I reached the guys, I realised just how tall they were. The both of them were about the same height, six three or four. I myself was average at five five. Mick was a couple inches taller than I. The dark one was studying my drawing when I came towards him.

"This is really good." he was still looking at it. I cleared my throat and he gave it back, smirking. His smirk was sexy. I shut the paper into my grey sketchbook which was over-pertruding with loose papers already. I watched a few drops of water slide down The smirking one's body, and then realised I was staring and looked away quickly.

"Um, I'm Dan. This is Kent." Dan offered his hand to me and I shook it, then Kent did the same. Mickayla came out of the building too and introduces herself to the boys. She kept exchanging glances with Kent (the blonde one) as I told them my name. Kent was standing beside Dan a few inches behind him. It was already clear that Dan was the wild one and Kent was the sensible one.

"That's a pretty name, I like it. So, you ladies are staying right next to us. Ya'll want to go get something to eat?" Dan asked. He winked at me. "C'mon, it'll be fun." he said flirtatiously. The small hairs on his chin and cheeks growth just succeeded in making him look hotter. Kent looked a little uptight. But I was sure I did too.

I looked at Mick and she looked as though she had already decided the answer for the both of us. "We'd love to," she said.

Dan brightened up into a michievious smile. "Great. Meet you in ten. We have to go change."

They started walking into their room with Mick trailing behind me as I hurried inside with anxiousness. She changed her clothes and went back outside. I rolled my eyes. Sure, I'll lock up all by my little self... I set my sketchbook down on the little leather couch. I grabbed my purse and Mick's and slipped on my sandals. Today, I wearing a tank-top. I suddenly felt like it showed too much, so I grabbed a light denim covering from my suitcase and slipped it over my shoulders.

Mickayla was already in the back seat with Kent, so I climbed into the front next to Dan, who had his hands on the wheel. His hair was still wet, little drops of moisture rolled down his face. His muscles were flexed. As soon as I pulled my seatbelt on Dan laughed, amused.

"Who still wears seat belts?"

I glared at him offensively. "Excuse me, if we get into a crash, who lives?" I said sarcastically.

"Ouch, you're so uptight, babe. Calm down and live a little." he pulled out of his parking space easily, the gravel crunching underneah the tires, and drove towards the highway. I turned around and glanced at Mickayla, who was smirking at me too. What did I just get myself in to?

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