Haha, so I feel bad about not posting in forever. And I planned on updating on Friday or something, but I sat down and just wrote this... [: So, I hope it was worth it.
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"Tera! What have you done?" Rick sighed, staring at the house going up in flames. He rubbed forehead, and we both gazed at Tera.
"Oh, Tera," I whined, "What about our vacation?"
She kicked the sand with her arms crossed, "Sorry, guys. I forgot."
Rick pulled me aside, "See what I mean?" He referred back to why he wanted me to come. "What the hell are we gonna do now?"
I bit my lip, wondering the same thing, "Um, can you book another house for this week?"
He shoved his hands into his pockets, and nervously whispered, "I can't afford it, and I have to pay for this too," He pointed to the burning house.
The fire died down a little as the firefighters arrived. I winced at the thought of all of our stuff burning, "I'll chip in. Just don't let Tera cook... Ever!"
He agreed with me and walked over to comfort Tera, leaving me alone just like this trip would be like- that is if we get another beach house. I crossed my arms and leaned on a wooden pole which was part of a flight of stairs leading to the beach. This day kept getting worse, and I closed my burning eyes from the fire. The heat beat my skin, and the scent of ashes wafted around me.
"Nice," A voice called behind me, "Who's fault?"
I turned around to see a handsome beach bum. His eyes struck me, and I stared into the pools deep blue surrounded by the tan complexion. He ruffled his dirty brown hair, waiting for a response.
"Tera, my friend," I giggled, "forgot about the hot dogs that she was making."
"Oh," The mystery guy's voice trailed off.
I'll admit he wasn't the most handsome guy in the world, but he did have nice features to him. Perhaps it was his biceps or his soft, emerald eyes that somehow reminded me of the ocean- or maybe the coral reefs or sea creatures. Who knew. He just had that kind of vibe that no one could possibly ignore, not even me. Especially me.
"Tera," I pointed to her and rolled my eyes, explaining the tragedy of her cooking, and he actually laughed.
He laughed! He laughed at our misfortune and acted as if it was just some story for his enjoyment. Oh, how I wanted to slap him, but I didn't even know him. Darn, why couldn't I have been born brave and not give a care about what people thought about me or my actions. On second thought, I hated him. He wasn't cute or handsome or any other compliment that I described him as. He disgusted me on all levels. Yep, absolutely. I didn't know what to think of him, but I knew I had to say something otherwise he'd continue to do it at his own leisure. How dare he, I steamed through my ears, not recognizing his stare. His non-laughing stare.
"Yes?" I grimaced, "Are you finally done enjoying this?"
"Sorry," He chuckled, "I didn't know it would strike a nerve or whatever. I didn't mean anything."
"Sure, of course you didn't mean anything by it," My adrenalin pumped through my veins, "You're just mocking me. You obviously don't care if I have a good vacation or not."
"Um, sorry, again?" He attempted to make me smile, slapping on a weak grin, "What can I do to help?"
"Obviously nothing," I zoned in on the half burnt house, "It's gone. Forever."
