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SAVE THE HOT GIRL
[ Michelle Holland's POV- ]
"Baby, it's you. You're the one I love. You're the one I need. You're the only one I see. Come on, baby it's you." Nick sings. We were all currently just chilling on the veranda at the back of the bungalow. Zion was laying in the hang-mat, playing the accords on his guitar. I, as usually, was eating some cookies I brought with me.
Food is the only thing to keep me calm right now. Because after the whole sea-drop situation we all headed back towards the bungalow. The sand was al stuck against my clothes and body and when we finally arrived I went straight to the shower and cleaned myself up for the second time today. My hair now is wet and I let it dry natural, so my curls are extra curlier right now.
"You're the one that gives your all. You're the one I can always call. When I need to make everything stop, finally. You put my love on top!" Brandon continues. It really was something relaxing to do though.
Just us jamming throwback songs, disconnected to the Internet so we could watch into the real world. "What time is it?" Austin asks Brandon and he looks at his watch.
"Eight-thirty." He replies.
"It's still sunny! Damn, look how bright this Island is." Edwin says as we all look at the sky. The sun is far away from the horizon, the sunset will be taken place in a few hours.
Zion then starts to jam super hard on his guitar, playing an familiar accord and the others seems to notice. "Now I'm not tryna be rude, but hey pretty girl I'm feeling you." He starts singing. We all scream "ooh!" as a cheer since he sang our third throwback song now.
"The way you do the things you, remind me of my Lexus coup. That's why I'm all up in your grill, tryna get you to a hotel. You must be a football coach, the way you got me playin' the field." He continues singing. We soon all start tagging along by singing along with the lyrics, well they are, I didn't.
I just sit there, eating my cookies as I listen to their own sound, the way how they passes each others different notes and the way how they feel each others singing. It was beautiful.
"So baby gimme that toot toot, let me give you that beep beep. Runnin' her hands through my 'fro. While they say on the radio." They all stop, even Zion stopped playing the guitar. I was just minding my own business, bopping my head with the beat until I realize they all stopped.
"What? What happened. Why did y'all stopped?" I ask, looking up from my cookie. They all were looking at me, mouth shut, as if they're waiting for something. "What?" I ask.
They kept on being quiet and I look at them, one by one to try to get a clue. "No!" I practically scream once I get all the strings together. "I am NOT going to sing." I tell them and they all sigh.
"Oh come on, everybody on this veranda sings except for you?" Nick asks, snatching the cookie from my hand and put it all in his mouth. He starts chewing and I can feel my heart shatter.
"Uh, yeah?!" I say sarcastic, as if it was the dumbest question in this world.
"Well, we only accept songwriters who sing with us." Brandon says and he crosses his arms like a little kid. He then sticks his tongue out to me and I roll my eyes.
"You guys had seven songwriters! Be lucky I stayed after y'alls poured pancake-glue on me." I tell him and he went quiet. He nods in understanding and I turn towards Edwin.
"Okay, well..." He starts. "You still need to sing the song." He says.
"Or else what?" I ask, being the little kid now as I move my head along with the question.
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