Songwriter ❥ PRETTYMUCH

07 | Beach-Volleybal

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BEACH-VOLLEYBALL
[ Michelle Holland's POV- ]

'And so, I have claimed the most beautiful room in this bungalow. People always say to never judge a book by its cover, because it is true though! Because behind that raspy, old, scratched door lies a beauty of a treasure room-' I drop my pen right on top of my notebook as Nick decided to just burst in my room with no knock or warning.

I turn my chair around and see him having a small laughter as be saw me flinch as a reaction. He then jumps on my bed with his arm under his chin. "Whatchya doin?" He asks.

"I-uhm nothing, Nick." I chuckle and then close my notebook. He looks at it and decides to go for a grab. My senses being totally not on point today, caught the realization a little bit too late and he now has the notebook in his hands.

"What's this?" He opens the notebook on the first page and starts reading all of it. I just there a little bit nervous as I never really show people my writings.

"It's my journal. I decided to write every single thing that happens on this Island down to look back at it for later and to hopefully get some inspiration from it as well." I explain and he nods while he continues reading.

"I love the way how you write, though! It's so...unique and good. You definitely are a good writer." He says satisfied as he places the notebook back on the desk I was sitting at.

"Thanks! I really appreciate that. Now, where does this unplanned visit take us?" I ask very posh and straight seated in my chair.

"My lads and I were about to fetch ourselves some drinks in that little bar we saw a few moments ago." He replies, posh as well and we laugh. "You in?" He asks and I nod.

"I should change first." I say and stand up from my wheelchair. Nick pushes himself off of my bed and runs a hand through his hair.

"We will be waiting for you at the living room." He says before he turns and exits my room. I shut the door behind him and walk towards my closet where I already put all my clothes in after practically dragging Brandon away from my balcony. I pick my to-go outfit that I always wear when I'm lazy and don't want to dig for cloths.

I grab my army-printed pants and my strapless top. My last shoes already are ruined by the sand, so I probably just wear them again and clean them up when we're back home again. I hop into the bathroom to clean myself up in the shower before I put on my cloths and put my hair into a high bun with my baby hairs laid.

I then walk downstairs to see almost everyone waiting at the living room. They were throwing a rugby-ball at each others, probably out of boredom and because phones are no options anymore. "You guys weren't only waiting for me, right?" I ask and they all look at me.

"No, we are still waiting for Edwin and your sister." Zion replies and I sigh of relief. I hate it when people are waiting for me, it just puts me in this regretment-vibe that I took so long.

I walk to the veranda and sit down on the wooden chair right in front of the window. I fish my shoes from underneath the seat and my feet step into them before I tie my shoes. I decided to just chill here for the time being and I just watch at my surroundings in silence.

"Hey, what are you doing here al alone?" I look up to my side to see Zion. I wasn't really sitting straight in my seat, I practically was laying in my seat with my hands in my pocket so he laughed a bit at my position.

"I don't know, it really is beautiful and quiet on this Island." I tell him and he takes place next to me.

"You're right, but I can tell you that this bungalow won't." He tells me and I look confused at him. "Oh come on, you really think that living with five loud boys in a house for a week will be a peaceful and quiet time?" He asks me in a sarcastic way and I roll my eyes playfully. "That's the reason why songwriter three left, he couldn't handle us."