Mr. I Don't Smile

12. bubbles

12. bubbles

Theo

The private chef—yes, they have a private chef—was cooking. Natasha was talking animatedly to Ciera and Camila, and Cameron was talking to Rosalie. Which left me, with Genevieve.

It wasn't like I didn't like Genevieve. We used to be friends before she developed a crush on me. But now she was insisting she was over me, so it was only right to try to fix what was ruined.

But it was hard. Because she acted really entitled at times.

"Do you like Natasha's pink hair?" she asked.

"Yeah, it suits her."

"I don't think so. I mean, she had lovely blonde hair and now she damages it with all these chemicals."

"As long as she takes care of her hair it'll be fine." It hit me that Genevieve and I didn't have anything to actually talk about. Just boring, superficial things. "Cam, where's your bathroom?" I asked, in hope of escape.

"Down the hall, second door on the left."

I walked back into the kitchen a few minutes later after sitting in the hall on my phone. I had to make it seem like I actually went to the bathroom. The chef was passing out bowls of macaroni and cheese when I made it back. "Thank you, Alma!" Nat cheered. Alma smiled and left the kitchen.

"Okay, so after this, we'll have a bathing suit fashion show. You know, picking out different kinds. Which will definitely take a while and will give our food time to digest and then—oh my gosh!" Natasha shrieked.

"What?" Cameron asked, nearly choking on his food. He should be used to his sister's random outbursts by now.

"Ciera is matching Theo!" Why did she get excited over little things like this?

"Um no, correction," Ciera said, holding up a hand. "Theo is matching me. I picked out my outfit first." I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. How was I supposed to know she was going to wear black pants and a red shirt?

Besides, I looked better in it.

Okay, that was a lie. Red really was her color.

"Picture. I need a picture," Natasha decided, reaching for her phone. I grabbed it before she could get to it.

"No."

"Aw, man."

Rosalie stood up, putting her bowl in the sink. "When did you finish that?" Cameron asked. "It's like you inhaled it. Teach me."

My sister rolled her eyes at his reaction. "I didn't inhale my food. I just ate it while you all were talking."

Camila appeared next to her. "Yeah, I'm done too."

"Okay, we'll stop talking," Natasha said.

Cameron snorted. "You? Stop talking? Hilarious."

"What's that supposed to mean? I can stop whenever I want." Cameron just snorted again.

I missed these two.

)()(

"What's taking them so long?" Cameron groaned.

"You know Natasha. Picking out clothes is an exercise. It'll probably be a while before they come."

Cam and I were done picking out our swim trunks ten minutes ago. It wasn't that hard. I had on dark blue and Cameron had on black.

"Wanna go and wait in the hot tub?" he asked.

"Sure."

We walked out to one of the many lounging chairs on the deck, setting down our towels. The backyard area was nice. There was a giant pool with a small waterfall and a mini slide into it. Then off to the side but still connected to the pool, was a jacuzzi.