My Mistake (a Jackson Felt fanfic)

Beach Day

"Candy, get your arse up!" Preston shouts.

I'm woken to these words and to someone jumping onto my bed.

"You're Favorite two friends are here!" Landon shouts.

I crack my eyes open and look at them.

"Why?" I whine, curling myself around a pillow.

"Okay, one, it's already 10:37, and two, we wanna go swimming with our favorite friend because she also happens to take good Instagram photos and gets us, new followers, every time we mention her," Preston says.

I roll my eyes and slide out of bed.

"Boi lemme wake up first," I say, opening my red suitcase and grabbing a black one-piece swimsuit with an open back and hips out of it. I grab an oversized black T-shirt (like four sizes too big) and a pair of red athletic shorts along with a tote bag before heading into the bathroom.

I change into my clothes and (attempt to) brush out my hair, which fell out of the bun I had it in last night. I pull it back up I to a neater bun and put on some waterproof mascara before walking into the kitchen.

"Morning sunshine," Casey says. "We're driving separately. You're riding with the boys and I'm taking a me day."

I'm still tired so I just nod my head slowly.

Suddenly, someone picks me up around my waist and throws me into the air.

I squeal as Preston catches me and hit him on his shoulder.

He laughs and we head out to Preston's yellow Jeep.

We stop at a Starbucks drive-through first and I get my morning usual, a large caramel frappe and a croissant.

When we get to the beach, the boys hop into the water right away.

I lay out my beach towel and put on sunscreen, me being the smart one.

Preston, Landon, and I met 3 years ago at Vidcon in California before I was a widely known creator. We started hanging out and became close friends. Before I left to go back to Australia, we exchanged numbers and I spent the majority of my summer talking to them.

I put on a pair of black-rimmed and gold sided Gucci sunglasses and lay back on the towel with my phone, scrolling through Instagram posts.

My cousin is coming home from his trip to Germany tonight, my friend Julia is visiting family in New Zealand, my other friend Travis and his soccer team won their soccer game, blah blah blah.

I set my phone in my tote and hid my bag in a hole I dug in the sand. I lay my towel over the bag so I don't have to risk getting sand in it.

I strip off my oversized T-shirt (my shorts still on) and throw it onto the towel, weighing it down with a rock I found.

Wet arms suddenly wrap around my waist, and I slip out as fast as I can, running away from Preston.

"Candyyyyyy!" Landon yells, him and Preston chasing me. "Come join us in the water!"

"No!" I yell back. "I'm good right now!"

I run around the corner of a building a jump over a hedge, hiding behind it.

I hear the boys run past, and I wait a few seconds until I take off running again.

"Hey!" Preston yells at me. Thank God it's easy for me to run in crocs.

I look behind me and I don't see the boys.

"Oof!"

I run into someone and start to fall backward, but he reacts quickly and catches me.

"I'm so sorry," I say, pulling away from the guy and looking up into eyes the color of the sky with dark blue rims. "My mistake."

"It's okay," he says, smiling. "You okay?"

He scans my face and his eyes widen. I'm sure mine widen as well.

"Candy Foster?"

"Jackson Felt?"

"Hey, Jackson!" Someone says. Jackson and I both look and see Luca Charleston and Josh Richards.

They're walking up to us, Josh is looking at me, and when he looks at my eyes, he smiles.

"Candy Foster!" He says.

"Josh Richards and Luca Charleston!" I answer, smiling. "Nice to meet you!"

"Why are you in Florida?" Jackson asks.

I look at him. "Long story short, singing, management team, dance, and Tiktok."

Wet arms wrap around my waist again and I'm hoisted up by Preston and Landon.

They throw me into the air, causing me to let out a small scream.

"Set me down!" I shout at them.

They're laughing.

I wiggle out of their arms and hide behind Jackson, Josh, and Luca.

"They," I say, pointing at the boys, "are Preston and Landon, my designated torturers."

Luca laughs.

My watch dings and I look at it.

Headache

Look behind the boys...

My eyebrows furrow together. I look in-between Preston and Landon and see my favorite of all dancers in the world.

(Edited 04-11-20)