"BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBOOODY ELSE! THE WAY THAT TIA FLIPS HER HAIR GETS ME OVER WHELMED- OW, FUCK."
Thump.
I slowly lift my head from my pillow and look rub my eyes. Hanna's head pops up from the floor as she stumbles back to her feet.
"Your floor is slippery, holy shit." She says breathlessly and sits on my bed.
"What are you doing here?" I yawn.
"We are having a....... drum roll please...... beach day bitch!" She cheers.
"Does every sentence you speak have to have a cuss word in it?"
"No.." She says blankly.
Her and I stare at each other for a couple of seconds, a smirk forming on my face.
"Whore." Hanna adds.
"I bet you couldn't go the whole day without swearing." I say while standing up and stretching.
"Yes I could!" She argues.
"Fine. If you even say one swear word for the rest of the day, you owe me.." I trail off. "Ten bucks."
"Ten fuckin' dollars?! No way."
"What, you can't do it?" I look at her and smirk.
"Ten bucks it is. You're on." She hesitantly grabs my hand and we shake on it.
GRAYSON'S P.O.V. (WOOOOO)
"YO, where's my toothbrush at?" Ethan hollers from the bathroom.
"It's in the toothbrush holder thingy, dumbass!" I yell back.
"I ALREADY LOOKED IN THE TOOTHBRUSH HOLDER THINGY!"
I groan and stand up from the couch and head to the bathroom where I find Ethan looking around cluelessy for his toothbrush.
I'm about to approach the sink but then I stop when I feel something under my foot. I lean down and, what a coincidence, Ethan's toothbrush was on the floor.
"Found it." I smile and hand it to him.
"Ew, now it has your foot dust on it." He cringes and waves the toothbrush away.
"Dude, just take it!"
"I don't even wanna touch it."
"Bro." I look at Ethan blankly.
"It's disgusting."
"You're so extra." I roll my eyes and place the foot-dust-infested toothbrush by the sink.
I walk back to the couch where I find my friends Alex, Jack, and Cameron lounging.
Everyone is pretty bored because it is too hot outside to do anything without burning up.
That's when I had an idea. Because I'm the smarter twin.
Yep.
Today, we should have..
A beach day.
TIANNA'S P.O.V.
**At The Beach**
"Tia, wook at my castle!" Kenzie cheers and points at a large lump of sand that is supposedly a sandcastle.
"Wow, that looks great!" I smile.
"Cut the crap, her castle sucks." Hanna whispers in my ear. I slap her arm and she breaks out into laughter.
"Tianna, sweetheart, can you go back to the car and grab the towels. I forgot them in the trunk." My mom asks while living her best life in her cheap, plastic beach chair.
"I guess." I sigh.
I head to the car with Hanna to grab the towels. Soon enough, we have everything and make our way back to the beach. We both have beach towels in our arms until Hanna decides to dump hers onto me.
Her excuse was that she had to 'go to the bathroom'. I just think she didn't want to carry things.
As I approach my mom's chair, I notice a guy playing in the sand with Kenzie. He has a tiny plastic bucket in his hands and he was helping her with her castle.
I squint my eyes, trying to get a better look at the guy. I, being the clumsy human I am, stumbled over onto my ass once I reached my mom's beach chair.
"Hahahah, Tia fell!" Kenzie giggles and points at me. I begin to gather up the towels I had dropped until I hear another voice. Deeper. And.. familiar?
"Tianna?"
I look up and meet eyes with the guy playing in the sand with Kenzie. His hazel eyes. I study the rest of his features and realize who I am looking at.
"Grayson." I say just above a whisper.
