I hauled my bags into my room on the second story. I sat down on the dusty sheets and looked around at the pink walls. I had a dresser with a mirror that was in front of me. Tucked into the trim were old pictures of all the previous times we had visited. Some of them were happy, other were just as boring as everything else in this bland room. I unzipped my suitcase and began putting things away. I lay my baby blue bathing suit on the bed and looked at it. It was a string bikini. String. I wasn't all that happy about wearing it.
"Arabella? Would you mind bringing me your curtains and bedsheets. I'm sure that you'd like them to be washed before sleeping on them." my mother called up to me.
"Yeah, I'll bring them down." I replied.
I slid open the curtains and stunningly bright light poured into the room. I shielded my eyes. Once they had adjusted, I peered out the window that looked out over to the side of the beach. I thought nothing of it until I saw something unusual. A blonde haired boy, probably about my age, running towards the water. He wore sunglasses and green swim trunks. His smile was astonishing and I was jealous of how happy he was. It seemed as if he was having a genuinely good time. He was so interesting; I couldn't stop watching him. Then, he waved. He had seen me and he waved. I blushed and sheepishly waved back.
"How about those curtains?" my mom called again. I unhooked the curtains and reluctantly moved away from the window.
I stepped quietly down the steps and into the laundry room.
"Here." I handed her the off-white curtains.
"Thanks dear. Jillian says she wants to go down to the beach, would you please go and watch her? I know that your 18 and kids your age don't like watching after their ten-year-old sisters, but it would be a big help at the moment."
I shrugged. "I guess that'll be fine." But inside I was screaming. No it would not be okay. What if that boy was still on the beach? He would think that I'm a complete stalker. But I knew that mom needed time to do household clean up.
I ran back up the stairs and grabbed my bathing suit. I put it on, having a little trouble tying the strings. Hesitantly turning around, I looked at my appearance in the mirror. Even being the mopey teen that I am, I had to admit that I did look fairly nice in my swim suit. I pulled my dark brown hair up into a messy bun, put on my flip flops, then made my way to the back balcony/porch. Jillian was already waiting on me in her pink floral one piece.
"You ready?" I asked her.
"Are you taking me?" she sounded disgusted at the idea of it. You see, Jillian and I didn't exactly have the best sister to sister relationship. She thought I was an icky teenager, whereas I thought she was an immature little brat. Not that I'm wrong.
"Look," I said pulling out my silver aviators,"You can go down to the shore with me, or you can sit here and get a sunburn waiting for some one else to take you."
She huffed and grabbed our towels.
We walked side by side down the steps that lead to the sand. I set one foot down and instantly felt the heat emanating off it. I sighed and caught up to Jillian who was already at our umbrella.
"First things first, you need sunscreen." I handed her the SPF 50. We both applied generously and let it sit. Minutes later, she was off for the sea. I put on my sunglasses and tried relaxing in the little sun chair. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.
"Well, she's not moving." I heard a faint voice. "What do I do if she is?"
Do what? I asked myself. To who?
Suddenly I felt a warm hand on my knee. I sprang awake and felt a sharp pain in my forehead.
"Ow, are you okay?" I heard a thick irish accent ask. I opened my eyes to see the blonde boy that I had been staring at earlier. I was at a loss for words. He removed my glasses and looked into my eyes.
"You alright?" he asked again.
I looked into his deep blue eyes. He was even more gorgeous up close.
"Fine," I finally managed to sputter,"sorry for the headbutt." I apologized with a nervous laugh.
"Sorry for the scare." he scratched the back of his head. "It's just, I saw you lying there for awhile and you hadn't moved so, I came to check on you."
I looked at him, puzzled.
"Oh, how rude of me, my name's Niall. Niall Horan." he held his hand out to me.
"Arabella. Arabella Holsten." I took it hesitantly.
He startled me by pulling me to my feet. Being the clumsy oaf I am, I tripped over mine own foot and toppled into him, him laying in the sand and me strattling him. I blushed intensely as I scrambled off of him. He laughed and stood up, brushing the sand off his trunks. I adored how the sun glinted on his blonde hair, revealing his brown roots. His silhouette of magnificent brawn. Realizing that I was staring, I got to my feet as he handed me my sunglasses. I tucked back a fallen piece of hair and brushed at some nonexistent sand on my top. The silence between us became unbearable.
"So is this your vacation home?" he asked suddenly. I assume the quiet bothered him too.
"Uhm, yea. We haven't been in for the past few years, though. Busy." I replied.
"I guess." he mumbled.
"So," I attempted changing the subject,"is your house around here?" For the first time, I looked into his sparkling blue eyes. They seemed so hopeful; I liked that about him.
"Right next door, actually." he blushed and nodded in the direction. I turned around the see the beautifully painted blue house behind me.
"What a lovely house it is." I gawked.
It had a wrap-around porch with a shaded deck. Vines were carved into the columns that held up the porch.
"Arabella! Arabella, come here please." I heard my father call from behind me. I looked at Niall as he was beginning to walk away.
"Wait!" I called to him,"when can I see you again?" I retracted my hand, embarrassed at my desperateness.
"Soon." He smiled. "I'll find you."
Nodding, I turned toward my house. I glanced at Niall who was already looking at me. Blushing, I smiled and waved. He waved back and I could see a hint of blush on his cheeks as well. I smiled to myself. Maybe this summer would be different...