Summer Lovin' - Started - FULL

Archer

As everyone walked towards the house tempted by the promise of food, Archer snuck up next to Sullivan. Clamping him on the shoulder he mock whispered, “Hey I didn’t want to embarrass you earlier, but you’re looking pretty small. I think you might be shrinking, or maybe I’m just getting taller?” he turned away before Sullivan could protest.

“Maybe I should bake cupcakes or something for everyone after lunch.” Archer said to no one in particular. Glancing over at where Eve and Oly were walking together, he couldn’t help but sigh. Everyone knew Oly had a thing for Eve, they just weren’t sure if it was romantic or just fascination. Well maybe that wasn’t entirely accurate, Archer thought looking back over to Sullivan.

Everyone knows Oly had a thing for Eve except Eve, possibly Oly, and Sullivan. Personally, he wasn’t quite sure who knew Eve had a thing for Sullivan, except himself. Archer knows the ladies, and you don’t ever doubt that. He, however does not know guys, and is there-fore completely in the dark in what Sullivan thinks about Eve.

Archer also wasn’t sure what was up with the King and Tyler kids; they just couldn’t seem to keep their hand off each other. Amber, tattooed, rough and tumble Amber. Sticking her purple tongue out at Hudson. Well, he supposed not many people are as versed in the ways of romance like he was.

As he watched Brown, well, be Brown, the only thing he could do to keep his head from spinning was look straight ahead.

As long as no one tried anything on his sisters, it would all work out.

Molly Gunn

I didn't even want to hold my sister's precious kites anyway, but she practically ripped them out of my hands. I turned to find some food or something in the house when I saw Brown running towards me with a crazed look in his eyes. I backed up a little, hoping he wasn't going to attack me when he tripped and fell, getting covered in sand.
"Sorry they only came in pink and purple, I know your favorite color is brown." He winked and started to stand up.

I was caught off guard and this was such a strange comment I didn't know what to do. Was he flirting with me? Boys don't flirt with me, they flirt with my sister! I took my best gamble at what to say that wouldn't be too flirty or mean, I didn't know what to do.

"I don't like sandy flowers," I said with a little smile and walked inside, bringing my bags up to my room. As I reached the door to the house I heard Brown calling my name and turned to see him running to catch up to me.

Brown

“Encyclopedia Brown” as he was known, knew a great many things. Just like his names sake, he loved mysteries and figuring out solutions. There is one mystery, however, no guy can solve (except for maybe Archer) and that mystery is usually a girl.

“Sorry, I don’t like sandy flowers.” Brown decided in that instance that Molly was his kind of mystery. Kicking off the chase (as Brown liked to call it) he ran after her calling out Molly’s name. And if she wasn’t interested, well then Brown was perfectly okay with being her best guy friend.

‘Molly, of Irish and Latin origin, means ‘star of the sea’’ He grinned. A perfect title for a mystery novel.

Then he saw his eldest sister Amber trailing and teasing Hudson. Could maybe they…. Naw right? I mean, sure they’d been flirting for years but....

Brown’s thought were interrupted by a highly uncommon sound, the sound of his sister Eve’s laughter. Startled, he turned to see Molly’s older brother showing off on his unicycle. Huh.

Well. I can work with that. Brown thought already forming a plan as he entered the house.

Amber "Am"

Everyone knew that the food here was first come, first serve; I was hungry, no doubt, but I hadn't really done anything in the last long hours that would make me that way. My initial reaction was to avoid all of the clashing and get my bag afterwards, once the place settled down; but I hadn't noticed Hudson dissappearing from behind me to grab my bag. When he emerged out of the group with it, I smiled and caught up with him.

"Who decided the rooms this year?" I asked, realizing, for the first time how much taller he has gotten. I shrugged my shoulder, adjusting the guitar on my back, my eyes focused on his scars for a second before looking down. In a way, I was jealous of the Tyler family, they technically owned this amazing place filled with so many memories. The house was so big and perfect, Over the years, I had pretty much stayed in every room, so this year I would be in one I had stayed in before. I just wasn't sure which one It would be.

Molly Gunn

I walked in the house and up to my room, kind of ignoring and kind of looking back for Brown, who'd stopped chasing me when I went inside. I put my stuff down on my bed and turned around to get something to eat downstairs when I was Brown standing in the doorway.

"I haven't seen you in nine months and you don't even accept my flowers? What kind of girl does that?" He stuck out his bottom lip and help out the not sandy, but now slightly wilting flowers.

I took them and said, "uh, thanks I guess."

Are you coming down to eat something? I heard there's some brownies. I know those are your favorite." Okay, the Brown puns were getting bad. He had to stop otherwise I was going to explode or something.

You eat them, you're talking about Brown a lot more than I am. And what happened to you following around Ash last summer? You haven't said anything to her since you got here so I'm guessing you're over her. Sick of the silent treatment?" His face fell a little and I worried I was being to mean. "But sure, brownies are okay. C'mon."

OKAY. SO. Rooming situations. Becks has set everything up for everyone (taken their things they left behind out of storage and left them in rooms.). So. Enjoy this!! I tried my best:

Eve and Mae

Sammy and Ann

Sullivan and Oly (thought this would be funny)

Ash, Amber, and Molly (sorry :3)

Hudson and Archer

Brown and Shaun

Sullivan

We all sat at the table, stuffing our faces with mom's stew. It was pretty good, but I could've done without the purple food dye Hudson put in.

"Anyone need more soda?" Sis asked, standing up and ready to grab the cans form the fride in the next room.

"No," I said loudly. Glancing up at Archer, who I knew had had three cans since we'd sat down, I smiled and said, "Sugar stunuts your growth. Makes you shrink."

Smirking back, Archer retorted, "You would know. What'd you get, straight A's all year? You've got more brains than anything, including your height."

Okay. Low blow. Sure, everyone knows I'm a bit of a brainiac, but they also know I don't like broadcasting it - or even mentioning it. Next thing I'd know I'd have a name like "Encycopeida Brown".

I glanced over to Brown, and then just ate my purple stew.

Oly

Oly glanced at Sullivan, sat beside him, his new room-mate. He couldn't stand the boy, not because of Eve, but... well, that was what he told himself.
One of his sisters had observed it last year and jokingly asked if he was envious of Sullivan. Of course he wasn't. He just found him annoying, the way he was always sucking up to people, how everyone thought he was such a 'sweetie'. Maybe that wasn't fair, but it didn't stop Oly hating him.
As if Sullivan could hear his name thought in Oly's head, he turned, "We're sharing a room," Sullivan smiled. Why? thought Oly, Why smile? He must be able to tell that I hate him.
"Yeah, Sully." he grunted. He wasn't one to give people nicknames, but he knew Sullivan hated them so... this was another thing Oly hated about Sullivan. The way he made him act; petty and immature.
Oly turned away to Archer sat on his other side. He didn't mind Archer, he seemed like a nice enough lad, "Hullo. You alright?"

Sullivan

You know that feeling you get sometimes where you can practically feel someone staring at you? The hair on the back of your neck sticks up? That's the feeling I got.

Turning, I saw Oly and smiled, "We're sharing a room,"

"Yeah, Sully." he grunted.

You'd have to be on another planet not to know that Oly isn't my biggest fan. Which explains why we're in the same room - it's almost as if mom is on another planet in the summer house. Though I've never been very sure why Oly disliked me.

Oly turned away to Archer. Looking down at my soup, I noticed something. I got the bay leaf! The one bay leaf in the whole pot of soup. I remember when I was little asking mom why she didn't put in enough for everyone. She told me that if you put in too many, it wouldn't be special, and it wouldn't taste good anymore.

Pulling it out of my soup, I dried it off with my napkin and dropped it next to Eve's place setting, which was on my other side.

"It's lucky." I told her with a smile.

Spoiler

I'm sorry I'm late. >.< I was grounded for 2 WHOLE DAYS. God, I read everything. So, I'm here! So excited! ^^

Ann

It had been a while after I reached Aunt Beck's house. It's just amazing how everyone runs off when every else arrives! Its surprising how Mae had hit it off. She was the most popular I could see. But there were lots more people to come in. Anyway, that's my sister!

I made my way to a room when Aunt Beck came running to me. Lore was with her, slighting frowning. I put my luggage down and smiled wide to her, stretching out my arms.

"Ann! Look at you! You've grown so pretty, and slimmed down. Working out, huh? That is great. And you're as tall as Mae now! Really, Lore. All the kids have changed so much!" she said, hugging me tightly.

I grinned at her, slightly embarrassed. I looked at my mother.
"I know! Beck, I'll catch up with you later. I need to talk to Ann." Mom said, and Beck nodded. She went downstairs and Lore grabbed my wrist and came into a corner.

"Mom..." I said, groaning.

"Ann, I thought we were through this. You didn't meet anyone. Look at how everyone else is getting along, and you come up here. By the way, you'll be sharing a room with Sammy so be friends with her. She's a really sweet girl." Lore said.

"But mom! Coco is getting restless, and I need to keep him inside. And my hands are paining."

"Well, then keep Coco inside and let him be out of Lola's sight." Lore said, guiding me to my room.

"I will."

I kept Coco, at a side and brushed his fur. He was sleeping peacefully. I smiled and closed the room door just behind him. I felt like cooking right now. I went downstairs and bumped into Sullivan. I smiled and waved at him.

"Oh, hi there. I'm sorry, I was just--" I said, speaking fast.

"Slow down. Its okay." he said, smiling at me.

"Okay, so. I'll just..." I said, pointing forward and he nodded.

I went into the kitchen, and opened the cupboards to find something to eat. I was hungry as hell. But I stopped. I looked outside, to find Sammy and everyone else. I sighed heavily to this sight. Why was it that only I don't get along?

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Sorry for joining so late! *is an airhead* Here is my profile!

Name: Howie Denton

Gender: Male

Child Of: No one. He's living with his grandparents for the summer so he can have a summer internship at a local carpentry shop. He lives next door to the House.

Age: 18

Personality: Howie is easily overwhelmed. He doesn't like crowds, loud noises (save for the buzz of a wood saw), or feeling strong emotions. He is usually calm and quiet, and isn't going to go out and make friends by himself. Though not a fan of sports, he is athletic and enjoys being outside even if he's just sitting around. Howie is usually very trusting of other people, a trait which makes him rather gullible.

Appearance: Cute, in an awkward way. Howie is neither tall nor short, and he's of average build. He has a roundish face with short black hair, brown eyes, and a smile that makes the skin around his eyes crinkle up. He often wears a John Deere cap.

Spoiler

Like this, but ignore all the words and the guitar. Howie can't play an instrument to save his life, and he's not a country singer.

Home town: Austin, TX

Skills/strengths: Howie runs two miles every morning, and he is in good shape. He is well-versed in managing animals, and know a lot of wood-shop too. He's sweet, chivalrous, and a heck of a dancer.

Flaws/Weaknesses He's not exactly shy, but he isn't outgoing either. Despite being in good shape and being a carpenter, Howie isn't the strongest of folks. He has night terrors and after one he will be awake the rest of the night.

Up for love?: Mhmm (especially if the girl likes dogs)

Other: Howie has a crippling fear of scorpions. He has a little mutt he calls Timber, some kind of herding breed with an eye for chasing small animals. He's totally obsessed with her; it's for her sake that he goes on those runs every morning. Ask him about her and he might go on and on.

Spoiler

Brown

After everyone had eaten, the girls had drained out of the room to get their bathing suits on. All the guys were hanging out in the kitchen, and Brown had made himself comfortable on the counter. “So did you see me out there with the flowers? Smooth right?” He said animatedly looking around the room.

“Your slide across the ground looked pretty smooth.” Eve said entering the kitchen not changing the blank expression on her face. She just grabbed an apple, ruffled her brother’s hair, and left. Even though she wasn’t the most confident person, if Eve had something to say, she’d say it.

“Ugh.” Brown said smoothing his hair down. “My sister is so lame. Anyway,” he said turning to Oly. “I actually probably came on a lot to strong. I think I'll leave her alone for the rest of the day. But is your sister even interested in guys? Am I chasing after something I can’t catch?” Oly didn’t respond.

“Well, if anyone was ever interested in Am, I’d say go for it.” Brown said to no one in particular “And if it’s Eve, he’d actually kind of have to be bold and aggressive for her to get it.” He leaned over to Oly's ear "But if that was the case, I'd be willing to help the poor sap." Brown whispered.

Eve

Eve wandered around the house a bit, chomping away on her apple. Eventually she found who she was looking for, Anne.

Earlier, Eve had noticed she hadn’t been with the group and had kept to herself. That perked Eve’s curiosity.

Anne could already talk freely with everyone; she was an insider, as Eve liked to call them. Although today she definitely hadn’t been interested in chatting with everyone. Which meant she would most definitely not want to talk to Eve, but curiosity made her bold enough to be the first one to speak.

“Hello Anne, um… how are you?”

Howie


Timber shakes herself free of sand and sea, spraying me in the process.

"Easy, girl," I grunt, wiping droplets off my face. Timber looks up at me with a smile, obviously not caring about my feelings. I lay my hand on the top of her head and she sneezes, the effort wracking her entire body.

I hear a car door slam shut, and I turn to look. A car has pulled up in front of the neighbor's house, and a woman is climbing out of it, followed by teenagers and a golden retriever. I frown. I've been here for a week, and so far nobody has gone near that house. Gram said something about it being only occupied in the summer, and that make sense.

"Let's hope no one else comes," I murmur to Timber, taking the leash from my neck and clipping it to her collar in case she gets any bright ideas about herding the retriever.

Collecting my flip flops from their spot in the burning sand, I walk to my grandparents' house. They've been kind enough to let me stay here while I work a summer internship at the local carpentry shop. Unfortunately, the shop only needed me to work twice a week and I'll only be getting half the hours I thought I would.

"I'm back!" I yell, reaching the front yard. My grandparents' house is about a third the size of the neighboring mansion, with only one story and three bedrooms. It's a quiet cream color, with circular windows and a stone walk that leads right up to the chestnut brown door.

"Howie, it's a good thing you came back when you did." Gram comes to the door, wiping her hands on her aprons like a typical grandmother. "I made a batch of cookies for the neighbors, but the kitchen is a dreadful mess and I must clean it. Could you deliver the cookies before they get cold?"

I frown again, and Timber flattens her ears as if sharing my surprise.

"Who are the new neighbors?" I ask.

Gram hands me the plate of cookies- chocolate sugar, which is my favorite. "A couple of girlfriends who have been close since their baby days own the house, and they bring their kids every summer. They're real sweet ladies, and they have some your age, I believe."

"Is that why you want me to deliver the cookies?" I look down at the plate of tempting deliciousness. "So I can make friends?"

"You're so clever, Howie." Gram laughs and pokes my nose, leaving a smudge of flour. "Now go out there and be social. You need more friends."

"I have enough friends in Austin," I mutter, turning on my heel and trudging down the path to the people. Timber trots at my heels, looking longingly at the plate. Her tongue lolls out the side of her mouth dramatically.

"We deserve some too," I say, and toss her a cookie which she catches in her mouth and then shoving another into my own pie-hole. "There are like four dozen cookies in here. Two less won't be missed."

Timber wags her tail in agreement, still chewing her treat. I know dogs aren't supposed to eat chocolate, but Timber has an iron stomach and she's eaten way worse.

When I reach the fancy door, I hastily swallow the rest of my snack and wipe any evidence off my face. Then I stand there for a moment, really not wanting to ring the doorbell. What if they invite me inside or something? What is the golden retriever is aggressive and picks a fight with Timber? What if they're rude snobs? The house is big enough for that to make sense. I hate meeting new people!


Taking a deep breath, I press my finger down on the buzzer once, twice, three times, and then wait for someone to open the door.

Spoiler

(I felt like writing up a storm :3)

Amber "Am"

The soup had a purple tinge to it, I could easily tell this was Hudson's doing. I moved my spoon around in the chunky stew, letting it slowly pour out. After examining it a few times, I ate it. Seafood wasn't really my thing. But hey, It was food; even if it was purple. Finishing the stew, I slid off of my chair and landed on the ground with a click.

Climbing up some stairs, I made way into my room. There was three of us sharing this time, so out of fairness, we occupied the largest living space. I pulled the curtains down, just to make sure no one could see me in the process of changing. The rooms brightness shifted and dimmed as I reached for my black beach bag from the corner. I have never been the type of girl to buy a matching purse for every outfit, so over the years, i've stuck with black. No one was in the room with me yet, so I took this time to pour the food from my bag and organize it underneath my perfectly made bed. Thinking I heard footsteps, I forceably push the remainer of the food under the bed and stood up, grasping my bag.

I dug through my beach belongings and found my bathingsuit. Beside the fire engine red bikini, I spotted the goggles i've became so used to. Pushing the insecurities away, I slipped out of the light denim jacket and pulled off my shirt that was marked by the face of a wolf on white fabric, facing towards the wall. I unhooked my bra and twisted into the bright cloth of the bikini top. My ankle high boots went limp when I stepped from them, followed by my pants and my undies. Quickly, I changed into the bottoms and slipped the flowing black dress over my head and into position.

Double checking my bag for my glasses and a towel. I stepped into black flip-flops that showed off my freshly painted red toenails. All that was left to do was check my appearance in the mirror. My eyes shone brown back at me when they met the reflection. Everything was great. I forced the door open and walked to meet the others.

Archer

Some of the guys walked out of the kitchen and into the main living area, attracted by the sound of the doorbell. Archer was the one who opened it, greeted by the sight of a rather nervous looking boy holding a tray of cookies. “Why hello there,” Archer said, adopting the tone of voice he would normally reserve for talking with the ladies. (He could make an exception for a lad bringing around baked goods)

“You must live next door.” He said pointing to the only building some-what near the summer house.

“Uh, yeah, my name’s Howie I’m living with my grandparents over the summer. Oh..um she asked me to bring these over.” Howie said thrusting the tray out. With a sudden spark in his eye, Archer whisked the tray out of his hands.

“Mm yes, chocolate sugar? My favorite. Your Grandmother has excellent taste.” He glanced over his shoulder, and saw that the only people who had come with him were Brown and Oly. Perfect.

“Why don’t you come in, and we can introduce you to everyone?” Archer said putting his arm around Howie dragging him in, his dog following closely behind.

“My name is Archer, and well Howie, you remind me a lot of a sweet lass I know. Her name is from a particularly famous biblical tale, and she’s quite shy.” Archer said turning his head pointedly towards Oly. “The problem is though, she’s causing a few close chaps of mine not to get along so well, and I just don’t know who to cheer for. Although I am a fan of the underdog.” He said giving a typical Archer wink.

“But enough about me, this is Oly, he enjoys unicycles and girls who like apples.” Archer said giving a sweeping arm gesture towards the shocked dark haired boy. “Oh. And this is Brown. He’s a tool.” He said ruffling the younger boys hair. Just then Amber walked in, a very becoming red bikini on.

“And she” said Archer quietly in Howie’s ear “is Amber, dog lover and one of our many resident hotties.”