Summer Lovin' - Started - FULL

Mae

I quickly changed from my clothes to my sunshine yellow bikini. Sliding my feet into my white flipflops I grabbed my volleyball and towel. Skipping out my room, and jogged down the stairs to see a strange, but handsome, boy. Talking to my brother. Great.

Coming up to him, the volleyball on my hip I gave him a smile and said, "Hey, I'm Mae, my tool of a brother Archer's sister. "

Peering at the plate of cookie, I selected one and offered it to the boy, "Here's a cookie. We're all about to head to the beach. Wanna come? I'll let you be on my volleyball team."

"No fair, Mae!" Hudson said, the rest of the group coming in behind him, "That means he wins!"

Smirking, I declared, "Girls vs. Boys! Sorry...."

"Howie."

Turning to Howie, I introduced everyone, "That's Hudson, his brother Sullivan, his sister Ash. You know my brother Archer, there's my sister Ann, and my twin Shaun. That's Amber, Eve, and Brown. Then there's Oly, Sammy, and Molly."

Cocking my head, I placed my hand on Oly's cheek, "Cheer up puppy cup!"

"Let's gooo!!!" Hudson urged, and we were out the door and at the beach.

Howie

A tall boy who looks about my age answers the door.

"Why hello!" He smiles grandly and whisks the plate away from my hands. "You must live next door."

A bit dazed by my sudden loss of sugar cookies, I stumble to explain about staying with my grandparents and such.

The guy looks at the cookies. "Chocolate sugar? My favorite. Your grandmother has excellent taste."

Timber gives him her sheepdog glare, her mouth closed tightly. For a moment I'm worried she's about to bite him -something she's never done before, actually - but he steps back and the tension in her jaws releases. I give a small sigh of relief.

"Come in, come in!" The boy grabs my arm and drags my inside. Timber follows as she's still attached to the leash, but she doesn't look happy about it. The boy, talking fast, introduces himself as Archer, and two boys standing behind him as Oli and Brown. Then he starts talking about people fighting over a girl and I zone out a bit, trying to think of an escape route.

"And this," he says sweeping his arm grandly to a girl with shining black hair.
"Is Amber, dog lover and one of our many resident hotties."

Did he just call her a hottie? I wonder. That's when I realise - Holy crouton she's hardly wearing any clothes! I take a step back, shocked. I mean, I really wasn't expecting this place to have bikini-clad girls. Another girl trots down the stairs, this one in a bathing suit (if you could call it that) as well. I could see Gram now, rubbing her plump, flour-covered hands together and sharing an evil cackle with Gramp.

"You need to act like a teenager and hang out with people you're own age and meet girls!" Gram would say to me. No way, hose'. I grip Timber's collar, looking over my shoulder at the open door, my only way out.

Too late: Bikini girl # 2 comes up to me, and flashes a smile. "I'm Mae, Archy's sister." She says some other words but I am too busy trying not to look at her to pay much attention until she hands me one of my own cookies. I hold it awkwardly.

Other kids trickle curiously into the room, and Mae introduces them. There are thirteen youngsters here. Thirteen! Gram, what have you gotten me into?

Mae brings up volleyball, which effects in several people shouting.

"Let's go!" A boy, Hudson I believe, yells and people crowd out the door. Timber tugs towards them, whining impatiently.

"Well?" Archer is still standing there, looking at me. "Are you coming?"

"Erm..." I try to think of an excuse but all that pops out of my mouth is, "Yeah. Just let me grab my phone in case my boss calls me."

Archer raises an eyebrow, then nods and strides out. Popping the lead so Timber stops her pulling and turns to me (somewhat reluctantly), I set off back towards my summer home.

"This is my one chance to just stay inside and not go in the crowd of scantily-clad adolescents," I explain to the dog.

Timber gives me a look, like she's saying, "There's no way Gram is going to let you not go hang out with them."

"You're right," I sigh. "I guess I don't have a chance after all."

She smiles up at me, looking satisfied. I kick a rock, muttering, "I hate meeting new people."

Amber "Am"

I follow the crowd out of the door and out to the beach, ocasionally kicking warm yellow-ish sand or scuffing my feet into it. After a while, I purposely began to bury my toes in the hot summer's sand with every step. Once we reached the familiar towering net, the teams split up my gender and took spots. Naturally, I remained in the middle. I may be short, but I have always been good at volleyball.

Once the game really began to heat up, I kicked off my flip flops. Now it was on.Hudson began the volley with an almost perfect serve, sending it straight between two fellow team-mates, Mae easily took charge and passed it back over. The volley gained intensity with every passing and Sullivan went in for the kill. Jumping, he spiked the ball down over the net at a great speed; I dived through the group and managed to pass it to Mae, who set it back to me as I regained position. My left foot thumped the ground, followed my my right before I jumped into the air, palm connecting with the volleyball and sending it flying over and down the net.

The ball forcably pushed down air as it flew, straight into the face of out new friend and off to the ground. I gaped and stepped back, covering my mouth with both of my hands. Of course I would be the one to hurt him. I lifted the net and went under, his expression showed pure shock.

"I'm sorry!" I began. "I'm so so so sorry!" I reached out. "Are you okay?" I looked at him, feeling horrible for the accident that just occured.

Eve
I hate meeting new people, I hate meeting new people, I hate, hate, hate meeting new people! Eve thought. After Anne had brushed off her question with an “I’m fine.” She’d only been even more curious, so she kind of begun following her around. But when Eve followed her into the living area and seen an unfamiliar face –Howie, his name was, she’d nearly had a heart attack.

I mean, it was already hard enough talking to people I’d known my entire life, and then a new person just shows up! Eve complained to herself.

“I am not a tool.” Archer grumbled at his sister before turning to talk with this new boy again. Eve couldn’t help but whimper slightly at the (Over reaction) emotional turmoil she was feeling. Anne, who had been largely ignoring her newly acquired “friend” couldn’t help but give Eve a strange look.

When everyone headed off to the beach Eve began (as per usual) over thinking the entire situation. ‘I mean he seems like a nice enough person, even though Archer clearly scares him. Well that makes sense, Archer scares me sometimes too. Hey! Is he flirting with my sister? Since when did he… UGH. ‘One of the things Eve hated most about new people was that they provided a new dynamic, and Eve was forced to figure out all the different new relations that came out of it.
Over the years Eve had become an excellent people watcher, and had a mental file stored away on each and every person she came in contact with. A new person meant a new file and revisions on all the files that person came in contact with. It was all very messy.

“Cheer up puppy cup!” Eve glanced over, attracted by the odd saying. Her room-mate for the summer Mae, and Oly. Oh! They’d make a good couple. Eve thought, making a mental note to add to her files, totally oblivious to what everyone else knew.

As they began the volleyball game (Eve sitting out per usual- not that anyone ever noticed.) and Howie was beamed in the face by her sister, Eve couldn't help but sympathize. Meeting one new person was hard, but meeting thirteen all at once and getting hit in the face was more than anyone should have to bare.

Ash

When Am spiked the volleyball right into Howie's face, I couldn't help but chuckle a little. It was a great shot--no way he could've defended it, or even gotten out of the way in time. Poor guy.

I followed Am under the net and offered Howie a hand. "Shake it off, Howie," I said, pulling him up. "Could be worse, right? Oh, jeez..."

Howie grabbed my hand and let me pull him up, but his other hand was clamped tightly over his face. "Mh nsh sh hle-dgh," he mumbled.

"What?!"

"My nose is bleeding!" Howie repeated, taking his hand away from his face for just a second. "How could it be worse?!" A trickle of blood ran down his chin, and he clapped his hand over his face again.

"You could've gotten run over by a cement mixer," I muttered. Then I turned back to Howie. "Go find my mom," I told him. "Becks Tyler. She'll help you."

Shaun

Watching the sulky neighbor try to play volleyball was entertaining for a while, but after he got hit with the ball, the game sort of stopped. I jogged back to the car and got my favorite frisbee. Now...who could I throw it at? Eve, or Molly? Hmm...decisions, decisions. Molly would probably have a better shot at catching it, but Eve was right there, sitting on a beach towel.

"Hey, Eve!" I shouted. "Heads up!" I wound up, and chucked the frisbee. Eve squealed, and ducked at the last second, the frisbee sailing over her head. She looked back at me for a second, and then down at the beach towel again.

Huh. Well, that hadn't worked too well. I ran over, grabbed the frisbee, dusted it off, and looked for a new target. Hmm, there was Molly...yeah.

"Molly!" I called. "Catch!" I threw the frisbee again, this time putting a little spin on it. It started off well to the right of Molly, but then turned left, curving around Eve and back toward its target.

Anne

I had made coffee without anyone and had drunk it before a blink. I washed the cup and safely put it on the cup stand. I walked out of the kitchen, and then on to the hall, and saw Eve coming in.

Eve was a very nice girl, and so I've always wanted to talk to her but the thing is, everyone's interested in people who are ABOVE 15. And I'm not above 15. I'm just... 15. She gave me a timid smile.

"Hello Anne, um... How are you?" she asked.

I can't believe she's talking to me. I was excited but I could see that she wasn't interested. Instead, I just looked around and sighed.

"I'm fine." I said, plainly which was a little too rude. I walked to the hall and saw Eve following me but her attention was grabbed by Archer and... Howie, I think? I just heard someone calling out his name. God, is it this hard to get along with someone?

I went outside, to see chicks in bikini's and guys in their trousers. I stared at them wide, and I saw Mae introducing us to Howie. Mae frowned at me and came to me.

"ANNE! You're supposed to be in your bath suit! Haven't you bought it?" she asked me.

"I have but I never imagined I would be walking in it in public! I mean, I don't even know any of them properly!" I said.

"Of course we do, only that we've met them when we were young. They're very nice people! Now go! I don't want to see my sister without a bikini. Don't wear the real swim suit." she said, continuing. "Perhaps, you're a teenager now." she said, winking at me.

She pushed me to the dressing room. I had picked my royal blue bikini with black tattoo designs and small hot pink polka dots. This was so not my thing. I slipped into it quickly and came out. I saw Mae was already out, playing volleyball. I went outside to see all of them happily getting along. Eve came up to me to talk and this time, I wouldn't be moody at all. I'm going to be myself and straight on, talk and be happy and cheerful.

"Hi there! I'm sorry, I was being a little lame the other time." I said, stretching out my hand. "Long time, eh?"

Eve looked surprised. "That's alright. I thought you weren't interested."

"Oh no, no. I wanted to talk but you know, meeting new people kind of creeps me out and I take time to fit in." I said, going on. "Hey, aren't you playing?"

Brown
Brown jumped mellow dramatically in front of the Frisbee heading Molly’s way. When he landed on the ground with a thud, she picked up a nearby stick and sighed. “Why’d you do that? I’d have caught it you know.” She said crouching next to and poking him with the stick.

“Baseball.” Brown said quietly. Molly was clearly confused. “Last summer I asked Ash to help me train, ‘cuz I wanted to try out for my school’s team. She got irritated that I kept asking technical questions, and kind of started ignoring me.” He smiled slightly. “Didn’t matter in the long run, I still didn’t make it.” Brown sat up, handing the Frisbee to Molly.

“Since being sporty usually helps catch girl’s attention. Guess a nerd like me should just stick to encyclopedias huh?” He laughed, but without his usual levity.

Well, Brown thought, I’ve filled my ‘stupid teenage angst quota’ for today.

Molly

I felt a little stupid, I'd been watching them last year and could've sworn Brown had liked Ash. Oh well, now we've both looked stupid in one day.

"I bet you could play baseball if you really tried, but it doesn't seem your thing. You're definitely more brains than brawn," I said, hoping to cheer him up a little. He laughed a little but otherwise didn't respond. I picked up the frisbee and threw it purposely too hard so Shawn had to run into the cold ocean to get it. I laughed a little and looked at Brown, who was watching the neighbor go get help for his bloody nose.

"He seems. . . awkward," I said.

Brown turned to look at me, smiling. "Not as awkward as you," he joked.

I punched him in the arm lightly. "At least I don't trip when I try to give people flowers."

Mae:

Amber and I were on a roll with volleyball. That is, until she spiked Howie in the face and he started bleeding. Sullivan went with Howie to go find Becks, which could be difficult.

"Shaun!" I yelled, "Pass it over here!"

The frisbee came hurling at me, and I plucked it out of the air, "Hey Amber! Catch!"

Hudson: *here we go, enjoyinginsanity *

Amber flung the frisbee into the air, and I teased, "Great job breaking the new kid's nose, Amber."

"I still got the point." she grinned, wrinkling her nose.

"That so doesn't count! That's a foul."

"Ooo, don't be a sore loser Hudson." she teased, "Face it. The girl's beat the boys."

"No way! You pounded our player's face in!" I argued, trying to keep from laughing.

"You know what," I said throught my laughter.

Scooping her up, I threw her over my shoulder, getting a laugh from her as she demanded, "Put me down!"

"Not until you say you fouled our player!"

"No."

Grinning, I replied, "Fine."

In a few steps I was shin-deep in the ocean and I dropped Amber in, but not before she could scream bloody murder.

When she came back up, her dark brown hair in her face, sputtering, I realized: when had I ever seen Amber in the ocean, or even the pool? Hardly ever. At least not without...

Before I could finish my thought I saw it. One green eye next to her amber brown eye.

Name: Charles “Chance” Charleston and Opal Charleston
Gender: Chance: Male. Opal: Female.
Child Of: They live on the other side of the summer house. They usually come with their whole family, but their mom died a few months ago so it’s just them. Oddly enough, they’ve never met the kids in the summer house.
Age (Keep it between 12-18): Chance: 18. Opal: 17.
Personality: Chance is kind of shy. He’s very comfortable with surfing by himself, playing guitar by himself, or just hanging out at the beach by himself. It’s his sister Opal that gets him to get out and be assertive and make friends. However, lately, due to reasons mentioned below, when Chance meets a girl he gets very flirty. Chance is more confident when his sister is around, and ends to come out of his shell more. When you get to know him, he’s really just a goofball and is a really great friend. He doesn’t talk much at first, but once he starts he’s a bit of a chatter box. He gets a little uncomfortable when family comes up, ‘cause his mom recently died and his dad has become a flake, so it’s just him and his sister now.
Opal is very outgoing and very assertive. She knows what she wants, and she believes that if you want it you gotta go and get it. Opal is a little silly, and she loves to joke around and have fun. She’s gotten over her self-consciousness of being deaf. Opal is a free spirit, and she loves adventure. She calls the beach her real home, and loves to go swimming. Opal loves people and can’t stand being alone.
Appearance (written and pic.): http://weheartit.com/entry/6660301/in-set/430639-guys
Chance has messy brown hair. He towers at six feet six inches (his whole family is verrryy tall.) He had naturally pale skin, he’s lanky, he has girl-like long eyelashes, and is muscular. From a distance his eyes look the same, but the left has a ring of sapphire blue around his pupil and the rest is plain green. His right eye has a ring of green around his pupil and the rest is sapphire blue.
http://weheartit.com/entry/13215461/in-set/430635-girls
Opal stands at six feet four inches. She has platinum white hair, and sapphire blue eyes. She has naturally pale skin, extremely long eyelashes, and always does her make-up as shown in the picture. Her eyebrows are a dark brown, because that's her natural hair color.
Home town: Maine
Skills/strengths: Chance is athletic, a great friend, and is a charmer. Chance is a great singer and an amazing guitarist.
Opal has a great sense of humor, is fluent in sign language, can read lips easily, and is an amazing singer (because she can feel the vibrations in her throat.)
Flaws/Weaknesses Chance is pretty shy, and has trouble asserting himself. Chance is so tall he’s a little uncoordinated sometimes.
Opal can’t hear a thing without her hearing aids, and can’t wear them in the water.
Up for love?:Chance: Sure – but read Other #3 first!!! Opal: Sure
Other: 1)Chance: His sister Opal is deaf. 2)He, obviously, knows sign language. 3)He’s gay, but he’s still in denial about it, and because of it he’s been on a bit of a girl frenzy.
Opal: N/A

Opal:

Get over there, Chance I signed, the motions becoming sharper and more pointed the more Chance annoyed me, There are a lot of them over there. You're bound to hit it off with one of them.

Frowning, he signed back, Opal, I'm not in the mood. It's easier for you to do this. I'm just...

Smacking his hands to stop him, I signed, Chance, mom would've wanted you to move on and keep living your life. You can't use her as an excuse to stop living and interacting.

We stood there for a moment quietly, as usual when mom came up.

Linking my arm through his, I said, "Take a chance, Chance!"

"Gee, haven't heard that one before." He chuckled.

We started to the group, but Chance stopped me and signed, Wait. There's a lot of guys over there. You're in a bikini. No way.

Looking down at my white bikini, which I chose to match my hair, I adjusted the red bandana I had rolled up and used as a headband. "Chance. Stop making excuses."

Heading over to the group, I noted a bit of tention. There was a girl in the water yelling at a guy, there was blood on the volleyball section, and it seemed like....something wasn't quite right. There was a lot of tention in the group.

Chance

"Hey guys!" Opal said, using the voice she'd trained herself to use - the voice that disguised her deafness for a little longer. She'd worked hard on it - just to sound "normal." Of course, once she got used to them and comfortable with them she'd drop it and talk normally.

"Mind if we join you?" She asked, a large smile on her face, "I'm Opal."

She nudged me, and I said, "Hey. I'm Chance."

Spoiler

Guys this is moving so fast xD

Howie


I pretend I'm playing volleyball, hanging on the sides partly because I need to keep an eye on Timber - She's off-lead, about fifteen feet away, waiting for a seagull to land so she can scare it back up - and partly because I have no idea how to play volleyball. I mean, how to they do it? Everyone is just slapping the ball around, and yet it manages to sail over the net every time. Should I try hitting the ball, it would go straight instead of up like a normal ball. Thus, I don't try.

Timber buries her face in the water and comes up a moment later, something shiny in her mouth. She flings her head up and trots out of the foam, her slimy prize dangling out of her mouth. What is that? Well, whatever it is, I can't let her eat it. I start walking towards her, about to shout "Leav it!"

And then a train hits me in the face. I am knocked to the ground. The beach spins loopily; I hear the small thud of the volleyball as it flops into the sand. Resisting the very strong urge to swear I push myself to a sitting position. I can't see anything save for the blur of a girl hovering over me.

"I'm so so sorry!" She cries (I'm guessing this is Amber.) "Are you all right?"

Another girl who's name escapes me takes my hand and pulls me up. Boy, that makes me- what was the word? - woozy. "Shake it off, Howie." I hear her say. "It could be worse right."

I mumble something incomprehendable, then realise that my hand is covering my throbbing face. I remove it, suddenly aware that blood is pouring down my mouth and chin.

"My nose is bleeding." I gasp in surprise. I attempt to ask "Is it broken?" but I think I say something else.

"You could have been run over by a cement mixer." The unnamed girl shrugs. Unsure of what she means, I don't reply. The girl says something to some guy and he turns to me.

"Come on, then, unless you want to stand there dripping blood like an axe-murder victim."

I follow the voice as everything is still blurry. Funny thing is, I don't feel anything. The pain just kind of fades away under a swamp of dizzyness. I look over my shoulder, hoping Timber is following. She's nowhere to be seen. Ah well. She will just terrorize the frisbee players in a mad endeavor to catch every frisbee thrown. They deserve it, after moving into my beach. Hmph.

Sullivan invites me inside, and a woman rushes up and grabs my face like it's a precious jewel. Ow.

"Oh, you poor dear," she murmurs. "We'll get you fixed up right quick. Come into the bathroom."

I sigh, trailing after her. This is so awkward. This whole day has been awkward. I sure wish my boss would call me and demand I live at the wood-shop for the remaining duration of the summer.

Mrs. Somebody's-Mom washes my face off and gives me a new shirt to wear, seeing that my old one has a lovely scarlet tie-dye pattern.

"You're very fortunate it's not broken," she explains. "But you're going to have a nice bruise."

Great, just great. A beach full of girls, and I'm going to look like I got mugged. I push the thought away; whatever Gram is trying to push me to do, I don't need a girlfriend right now. Still, it would be nice to look presentable.

"You rest now," the lady instructs. "Do you want a Popsicle?"


"I need to find my dog first." I demur, edging towards the door.

Upon reaching outside, the first thing I notice is that there are two more teenagers. Okay, this is ridiculous. Fifteen people? Really? The second thing I notice is that Timber is sashaying about, tail high, an expensive looking frisbee dangling from her mouth.

"No!" Shaun is yelling, chasing after her. "Drop it! Bad dog!"

Timber stays a step ahead of him, enjoying the game immensely. When she
sees me, she turns and saunters up, pushing the frisbee into my leg in an attempt to get me to throw it for her.

"Give," I say and she does, looking crestfallen when I instead hand it to Shaun.

"Sorry about that," I sigh. "She's obsessed with frisbees."

Amber "Am"

Damn my stubborn ways. It was kind of nice to be in Hudsons arms, he was strong and lifted me up smoothly, that is until he dropped me in the water. His grip loosened completely and I fell unwillingly. The crystal water was like ice against my smooth skin, and before I knew it my face was submerged by the light liquid. I let out a yelp, thanking God the water wasn't very deep. This would've been ten times worse is I had to swim, or try to.

Why didn't I wear my goggles. I'm so stupid. Maybe my contact didn't fall out. My bikini was dark with water and my hair strung into my face with salt water, forced completely away from my face. I stumbled to try and push the hair down over my eye incase, the motion was useless. Weakly, I glanced up at Hudson, that's when I knew what happened. The expression on his pale face said it all. My lip trembled, not wanting to accept what happened. We'd all been friends since we were little, but I'd a secret I wasn't willing to tell.

I forced myself into a crouch, then I stood up fully, not wasting a second before running. I had to make it to my bag. I had to get my glasses. I pushed through a few people, avoiding eye contact by only slightly looking up, grabbed my bag, and hurridly ran into a shaded cornerer of the beach. A wave of relief rushed over my sickness when I forced the glasses into place.

Knees to my chest, my face was buried and my arms hung loosely around them. It had to be Hudson. He didn't mean to. He didn't know. How will he be able to look at me? Will he be able to look at me? My brother and sister would have to, that wasn't the problem. The problem was, how would everyone feel about me keeping this secret for so long. They probably think i'm a freak. The last thought hurt the most. It triggered the tears to build up. I tried to swallow them, the let them free, knowing no one could see my eyes through the blackened shades.

The shadow above me grew darker, and I felt someone to be nearby. I barely looked up, Hudson was gray behind the glasses, and he rushed towards me, Lola trailing behind. I gave a light shake of my head. "No." I wasn't ready to hear what he had to say.

Archer

Well. This was an interesting development. Let’s see…

-Molly and Brown were getting along. Weird.
-When Eve saw that two more new people showed up, I was pretty sure she really wanted to scream but ran away instead.
-She dragged Anne off with her. Eve doesn’t hang out with people.
-Amber hit Howie in the face.

And…Archer thought, looking at the girl sitting under a tree. He sighed, walked back to the house, found her Mom and explained what happened. When he was back outside, he jogged over lightly to where Amber was huddled. He crouched in front of her.

“No.” Amber said, clearly upset.

“Yep!” Archer responded cheerily, picking her up bridal style and running back to the house. He set her down, and handed her the extra set of contacts her Mom had packed. “It’s never a good idea to wear sunglasses indoors. Unless you’re a tool. And you Miss Amber King, are no tool. Now, come help me bake.” He said, poking her nose.

Archer didn’t understand why Amber was ashamed of her eyes or why she was hiding it. All he knew was that when he saw a girl in trouble, then his impulse to save her would take over.

“Hey Am, what’s your favorite dessert?” Archer decided he’d feel the waters first. No sense in upsetting her more upset than she probably already was. “You know,” Archer said, grabbing a mixing bowl, “No one is going to think you a freak or a fake. It might take some time for them to get used to it, but since they know how upset you got, then they’ll understand why you didn’t mention it.” He finished, but his usual ‘ladies’ tone was replaced by a serious voice. Then he smiled and pulled the girl into a hug.

“We all love each other, and the color of your eyes isn’t going to change that in the slightest.”

"Actually, they remind me of sugar candies.Well that make sense,since you're sweet. Do you mind if I bite you? Not your eye, but maybe your neck?" Archer asked jokingly.Sill hugging the girl, but tracing the shape of her nack lightly with his finger tips.

Anne

Eve smiled towards the sight of everyone enjoying their summer.

I glanced over at Amber and Hudson. Hudson dropped her onto the water and it made me giggle a little. Eve said she would right back and left. After a few seconds, I saw Amber running out of the water, and pushed through me. She left me there with an apology, and I just smiled wanting to tell her it was alright but she had gone with the wind. I looked down at the sand, and swiped my foot slightly on the it forming the letter "L". Then before I know, I saw Lola and Hudson catching with Amber.

Oh no. What was wrong?

I wouldn't want to stalk them, but it left me with curiosity. I can't bear it when one of them is hurt. I realized I had started to follow Lola and Hudson and I couldn't stop myself. I saw Amber there, her back turned towards Hudson and Lola. I tied my hair up to a tight ponytail and peeped to see what was wrong. My bangs were getting on its way which were most annoying and so I clipped it up.

Before they spoke, someone tapped on my shoulder. Oh, shit. Now, I didn't want to turn. I never want to. Ever. But I had to and to my surprise, I saw Archer, my brother. I sighed heavily and he frowned at me.

"Anne, the one always up to something mischievous. Come on sis, give them their privacy." he said, giving me a gentle push.

I rolled my eyes, and he grabbed my wrist making it out of that area. We were back on the beach again, and I saw Molly and Brown talking to each other. They would make a great couple! Archer told me to stay there in beach, and go hang around with Mae. The thing was, I wasn't interested and she was not seen anywhere.

So, I decided to follow Archer when he saw me following him. He went near the waters. This suddenly gave me an idea. I crept behind me, and he was smiling. I didn't know why. When I was about to push him on to the water, he grabbed my hand and pushed ME to the water, again winning the point.

I groaned and he grinned at me. "Don't mess with your brother, young lady. I'm too brainy for that."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny, Archer." I said, squinting my eyes at him. I got out from the water and flipped my hair to shake off the water. Darn him. "I'll catch you next time. You wait." I said.

He shrugged and went off to the other side and he went off to talk to Amber. I looked towards the water. Why did I have a feeling that I was getting bullied?