Why Don't We imagines

Zach > 9

>> Summer Lovin'>>

You smile as the wind hits your face, mingling with the warm rays of the sun. The fresh smell of ocean breeze wafted through your nose while you sped down the highway in your dad's rusty old jeep.

You had just finished your junior year of high school, and your dad had decided to take a vacation trip to Daytona, Florida. Which, you had no problem with.

  Your eyes scanned passed the blurs of people on the beach, a radiant smile on your face.

  " You ready for this?" Your father asks.

  You stick your head back in the car. " I've been ready for ages."

He chuckles. " Well good because we are staying here all of summer."

  You gap. " All summer?"

He winks at you and you squeal, a new wave of excitement hitting you. You were here all summer. It would give you plenty of time to make new friends and maybe even a summer romance you've dreamed of ever since you were a little girl. You grew up watching summer romance movies where the boy meets the girl during summer in a whirlwind romance. You wanted that

Finally, your dad pulls up to a beautiful two story cabin. You gasp at the beauty. It was modern, but kept that summer Florida vibe. You quickly scurry into the house, leaving your dad alone to carry your bags. Your eyes go wide as you take in the beauty. It had white hardwood floors with pale blue painted walls. All the furniture had a Caribbean feel with a huge tv placed in the center.

" Don't worry. I'll get everything." Your dad wheezes as he staggers in behind you.

" Thanks." You say, wandering up the stairs.

There was a hall tag went left to right. To the left, there was a bathroom at the end and one room which had its own bathroom, but the coolest part about it was the attached balcony. You excitedly skipped onto the balcony and gasped. You had a perfect view of the beach.

" I CLAIM THIS ROLM TO THE LEFT!" You yell down to your dad.

You hear the thumps of him coming up the stairs, and then he is standing in the doorway.

" Seriously? You pick this one? I was hoping to claim this one."

" Sorry, but not sorry." You smirk.

" Brat." He huffs.

" Yeah but you love me."

He chuckles, setting down your luggage. " Well, I'm going to do my room. Why don't you go ahead and get ready for tHe beach. Don't wait for me." He smiles.

You squeal, rushing over and giving him a big hug. " Thank you dad."

You whipped around, automatically flipping open your suitcase and started to sift through the dozens of bathing suits you had. You heard your dad lightly chuckle and walk away, but all you had your eyes set on was that beach.

>>>>>

You happily laid in the sun, feeling your skin tanning at that very moment. Your eyes were closed and you were laying on your back, listening to the excited shouts of beach goers and the soothing, crashing waves.

You had chosen a black and white checkered bikini, one of your favorites. Your hair was in one single braid, and you forwent makeup instead putting on some fifties styled shades.

" Watch out!" Someone shouts.

You sit up in confusion but something hard smacks you in the side of the head. Your hand goes up to where it's throbbing and you groan.