Four strangers from different walks of life meet on a cruise and spend an unforgettable week together. All of them on their own self-discovering journeys, and onboard for different reasons.
Texan heiress and ballet prodigy, Brooklyn Brankovich, lon...
The ship was actually better than I expected. I stood on the rail's and yelled, earning stares and cackles from people around. I caught the attention of three girls in their bikinis already.
I hit Gael in the chest and told him to look as they walked away. He slapped my hand and then told me to "come on" so we could find our room already.
"Don't forget why we're here," he told me.
I went "blah blah blah" behind his back as he went on.
"How's your parents, have you heard from them?" Gael changed the subject.
"My dad and his wife, you mean. And, yeah, I'll talk to them them. When pigs fly," I mumbled.
"Bro, stop being so negative," Gael said to me, giving my head a noogie. I pushed his hand away and he just laughed. That's when we knocked into a girl in front of us.
Her legs went all the way up, making up a good percent of her height. She looked like a model, boujee and all. At her sides were two people, a man and a woman, who I'm taking are her parents. Yikes. Must be a minor.
"Oh, shit, sorry," I reacted, holding her waist to keep her from stumbling back.
Her bronze face went from angry, ready to hit me, to a soft smile that made me smile back.
Her lips were full and coated in no lipstick or gloss. It didn't look like she was wearing makeup which I liked, but her ombré hair was in this sleek bun and her parents staring me down was enough to turn me off.
Gael whispered something I didn't quite catch but I didn't care.
"Come on, man," Gael said to me, breaking my gaze with the girl.
"I didn't mean it, I'm sorry," I apologized again before bailing with Gael.
"What was that," my best friend since middle school teased me with a elbow nudge.
"She's cute," I told him, looking back to see her one more time.
"Yeah, she was alright. But the parents?"
I groaned, tossing my head back. "Bruh, the parents! They looked rich, though."
"Looked? I heard the guy say they had a safe for their shit," Gael told me.
I heard that, too. "Yeah, get the code?"
We both smirked and said it at the same time, "3448."
"Sneaky," I said to Gael and slapped his hand. He shrugged.
I bit into my granola bar as we walked the halls in search of where we'd be rooming for the next week as we set sail to Bermuda.
"We're not gonna do anything, though," I said, "we can't."
"Yeah, we have enough shit to deal with," he told me to which I agreed with a stiff head nod. "Let's just try to relax for now."
Just as he said that, a girl walked by. They shared eye contact for what seemed like for-fucking-ever before she was out of sight.
I picked up Gael's jaw and teasingly asked, "Is that what you meant by relax?"
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