"Are you even going to attempt to try to avoid the Internet this week?" Stephen asked, while fiddling with his tablet. Probably connecting to Wi-Fi.
I thought about it for a bit, but answering with a simple, "I don't know. I hope so!" as I shrugged. I fell back into my bed, and stared at the ceiling fan, "What should we do? Do you want to go swimming or something? I'm already bored." I asked.
"In a bit, I'm busy." He replied, still having his eyes glued on the screen in front of him. I glared at him, but he didn’t see. Whenever I offer to do something fun, he has his own little world to attend to, but when I'm busy and he just absolutely NEEDS to do something and I am forced to do whatever floats his boat. An odd mix, but I'm certain, if I were older and/or taller I’d be doing the same thing. He wins this time. He and I seem to be two different people, I know some siblings where you think they're twins. But no, not with him and I, he's interested in quantum physics, where I might as well work in an office at minimum wage living in an apartment until I’m 35. "Kay, let me get my shorts on then." Steve said, locking and laying down his little machinery that is commonly known as an, Apple-Product.
"Oh, maybe I should do that too." I said, as he was walking into the washroom, shorts in hand, "Don't come out unless I say it's safe!" I yelled, I didn't get a response, but I hoped he heard me. I slipped into my bikini, and I there a sundress over top. By this time we were both ready, so we walked across the hall, yelled through the door that we were going to the pool.
On the short walk to the water, I read a sign: 'Quiet Adult Pool. Please refrain from splashing and loud noises.' My brother and I shared a glance with each other and agreed to go to the main pool. We walked over, talking about the weather here compared to where we live. Once we arrived, we found two free lounge chairs and set down our bags and lathered ourselves with Sun-Screen-Cream, and jumped into the water. "Can you do a handstand under water?" I asked Steve. He nodded, but I had the feeling he wasn't too sure if he could or not. He attempted and failed, but blamed it on the fact that he hasn't been swimming in awhile. "Step aside, let the pro's show you how it's done." I said, shoving him off to make room to show my almost perfect handstand. And he blamed it on the fact that I’m significantly shorter.
For about twenty minutes, we swum around and did nothing, I was getting bored so I jumped onto his back, playfully. It caught him off guard a bit and he almost got his hair wet, but he saved himself. The view from his back was better than mine when i was just standing there, so I took that to my advantage, I looked forward only to see the clear-blue ocean water, with a few people playing in the waves crashing on shore. After a few seconds of zoning out on the horizon, I looked at Steve doing the same but suddenly I saw someone in the corner of my eye, with his back facing the ocean, what a shame, such a pretty sight, but he had his nose in a book, so I think he was happy with doing that.
I studied him, but making sure I wasn't too obvious; I didn't want to grab his attention. Well not right here right now, I probably look like an albino with my not-yet-tanned skin, no make up and my blonde hair swooping a bit over my face. He was just as pale as me, so he must have gotten here recently too. He had jet black hair with soft curls, I didn't get a good look at his face, but his body resembled someone too old for me, around 18 or 20 years old, but that didn't stop me from looking. Suddenly I was flipped off of Steve into the water, and resurfacing with a scream and words saying, "Steve! What the hell?!" I splashed him playfully, but he splashed my back but with a little more power.
"I was bored." He admitted, smiling. I splashed him again, and only then did I realize that stunt pulled some bystanders attention, I looked around, laughing, but that one guy was looking too. I gave him a quick smile, and went back to bickering, louder than usual.

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The Journey That Is Life; A Teenage Perspective
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