And that's when I saw her.
She only had a shirt on, and it was soaking wet with cool, heavy rain. Her brown hair was plastered on her face, and her body was tanned by the summer sun. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my whole existence.
"Dude, you're been staring at something for five whole minutes ya know," Daniel said, swimming towards me. The jacuzzi we were in had tinged his face a faint shade of red, and it made his silver eyes stand out.
"Danny, have you seen the girl on that balcony? You'd be staring too if you did."
"The brunette? Yeah she's hot, that tank top is barely covering her panties-"
"Daniel! Shut the fuck up! She may be a lady for all you know, so stop trying to imaging her in... compromising situations."
"Chill dude, that pretty girl is all yours," he said, winking at me. We were friends for as long as I could remember, and since we started thinking more about girls, we made that bro pact that the one who laid his eyes on a girl first had her unless he gave her up.
Thank god she was mine though, because... "She is drop dead gorgeous." Daniel looked at me with an odd expression, then a shit eating grin appeared on his pale face.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, my dear friend Aiden has an ultimate crush on this random brunette that is now staring at us from this flourished balcony," the silver eyed teenager chirped, sinking as he noticed the girl's eyes on us. Before I could blush or hide myself too, though, she just snorted and walked into her room, closing the balcony wooden door behind her. The sudden move caused bright red flowers to fall, and the wind bought them towards the jacuzzi. One of them fell on my nose, and the sweet smell made me smile. I had to see that brunette again.
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Later that day, I was laying on my bed, dry and warm, waiting for Daniel to dress himself up for dinner (he always took longer than me to get ready, even on schooldays, and that was definitely a problem). "Bro, you take longer than a chick to put your makeup on," I teased, even though I knew painfully well that he had to lotion his whole body because of his weak skin (trust me, you wouldn't want to see it without care). Daniel didn't like to be called an albino, but that's what he was. Plus, he loved to put eyeliner, for the girls he wanted were always amazed by his uncommon eye color.
"Welp, I'm ready," Daniel shouted, dashing through our room to make sure he didn't forget anything. His dark clothes made his skin look even fairer, and one could say he was a stereotypical rebel if they didn't know his favorite band was Maroon 5. That reminded me...
"Okay, sugar, can we go eat now?" Daniel turned to look at me like he was ready to kill, and I knew him well enough to know that I had to run for my life. Ever since Sugar had been released, me and our other friends had been giving him this nickname. The both of us dashed though the hall, me laughing like a maniac and he right after me, his hands in front of this body, his fingers twisted like claws. We were so absorbed on our chase that I didn't see the person I would run into until we were tangled on the floor.
"Hey fucker, get the hell away from my Babe!," someone shouted from behind me.
I rolled to the side, allowing the girl (Babe?) to sit. When I looked at her, though, I had to hold my breath. She was exactly like the girl on the balcony, except she was a blonde instead. And she didn't look older than twelve.
Behind me, I heard Daniel mumble something. When I turned to look at him, I understood why. Beside him, stood the girl on the balcony. Her long brown hair was dry now, and it reached down her waistline. Her eyes were brown too, but they shined with some kind of power I had yet to understand. Her lips were painted bright red, just like the flower that had fallen on my face back when I was in the jacuzzi. The tank top she was wearing earlier had been replaced to a black body, that hugged all her curves perfectly, and some shorts. When she moved to look at me and Daniel, I saw a green feather (maybe an earring) fall on her shoulder softly. She really was drop dead gorgeous. And she was mad at us.
"How dare you to touch my lil sis huh? Bastard," she hissed, looking directly at me. She had a thick accent from somewhere in Latin America.
"Sorry, uhh..." I genially said, expecting to get her name. The next one to talk was her sister instead.
"It's okay Ma. I'm fine. My name is Malinna, but everyone calls me Mali. Or Baby, if my sister counts. And she is-"
"Don't give my name to some random bastard Baby. He's not worth it."
Her harshness failed on the last part, and I could see hurt on her eyes. Suddenly I wanted to ask what was wrong, and what I could do to make it better, but the idea didn't seem that appealing when her coldness came back instants later. Luckily Daniel came to my rescue.
"Well, milady, we might not be worth it now, but if you dine with us I bet we can get your name until the end of the night." The balcony girl (Ma?) didn't seem that happy with his proposal, but the younger sibling looked forward to have dinner with us, so the older cracked.
"Okay, we can eat together. Baby, vai falar para a mamãe e o papai que nos vamos jantar com esses dois idiotas." Me and Daniel obviously didn't get the last part, but some of it sounded somewhat insulting. Fortunately we just let it go.
Baby smiled and skipped though the hall, leaving the three of us alone. The balcony girl (god this is a damn long nickname) looked at us oddly one more time, and sighed.
"My name is Isla," she simply said, leaving no space for questioning or commenting. I wondered, though, why she told us her name after all the cussing and everything.
"I am Daniel, the one who will win your heart," my friend said beside me, winking. I punched him on the arm, silently asking him to shut the hell up. "After him, of course," he completed, as if it would help on something.
"Aiden. The name is Aiden, I mean," I said, trying to sound cool and brush it of as nothing (and failing miserably). The girl on the bal- Isla, her name was Isla (beautiful name, just like her), chuckled softly, and the sound made my heart melt.
"Sorry I was harsh on you, Aiden. I was just really worried about her. She's pretty fragile, and looks younger than her age." Then, she turned to Daniel. "You might understand, given that you're an albino."
I flinched, expecting him to take it as an offense and pick up a fight. To my surprise, instead, he just smiled and motioned yes with his head. It was the first time I had ever seen him take his condition lightly.
Isla smiled back, and I just stood there awkwardly, waiting for some way to lead myself back into the conversation. Thankfully, Daniel made a scene about not having good places to dine if we showed up late, and the three of us started walking down the hall.
As soon as we entered the dinning room, tons of girls me and Daniel had met before came toward us, asking where we had been and just being generally loud. Isla subconsciously hid herself behind the two of us, flinching lightly every time one of the girls reached a note too high to be humanly possible. I watched her interested, wondering if what she showed us earlier at the hall had been only a façade she used when her sister was nearby. Maybe I just needed to wait and see.
She would be a nice girl to figure out while we were on vacations.
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Romance"And that's when I saw her. She only had a shirt on, and it was soaking wet with cool, heavy rain. Her brown hair was plastered on her face, and her body was tanned by the summer sun. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my whole exist...
