HAYLEY'S POV:
I lifted my heavy suitcase and Josh, Jeremy and Zac imitated me. All four of us were headed to Florida today, and no one wasn't ready for it. I booked a few shows for Paramore, and we were ready to let loose and just have fun. It was much needed anyways, since high school was coming to a much awaited close and we would finally be free.
There was nothing quite as relaxing as the plane ride we had when getting to Florida. First class, easy going, nice stewardesses who pasted fake smiles on their faces when we called--not that I minded it. I guess paradise could be the perfect word for it. It was quiet for the most part, no crying babies, no obnoxious other passengers who insisted that they get what they want or they'd place restraining orders (oh trust me--I've come across those). The boys seemed to be taking the luxury quite as I knew they would: playing with all the buttons on their seats, asking for every meal and every snack that could possibly be given to them. But the ride was nothing compared to the beautiful Florida escape we had landed on.
The air was hot and sticky, the sunlight already burning my skin as we left the airport. I should have expected this, it was early summer and surely Florida's sunshine would already come through. I was only angry that I forgot sunscreen again, cursing under my breath for letting my skin go unprotected like that.
Zac literally threw his bags carelessly into his hotel room as we entered, albeit being very careful with his drum stuff. I shook my head as I watched him, leaning against the doorframe. At any other situation this would have made me laugh, but it was utterly annoying--almost disgusting--the way he cared not for his own belongings. "What?" He asked, catching my already curious glance as he unpacked his drum kit.
"You care about your drums more than your clothes, belongings and electronics? Your laptop is in that bag, Zac!" I sounded like a complete mother to him as I yelled that, but there was no missing point in my words.
Zac nodded, but I could tell from his distraught disposition that he wasn't really paying attention at all. Josh and I made our way to our shared room as Jeremy got unpacked in his own. "You doing okay, Jerm?" I checked in, entering the room across from Zac's.
"Mm-hmm. Fine, Hayles," Jeremy insisted, fumbling around with the zipper of his suitcase. I nodded and walked over to our room, our meaning Josh and I, of course. He was messing with his suitcase too. I laughed softly to myself as I watched him struggle to open it, his muscles flexing under his t-shirt as he tugged at what seemed to be a very stubborn black suitcase. I heard him curse something to himself, and with one last, final tug, he pulled the zipper sideways. The suitcase opened.
"Hooray," I said, welcoming myself into the room. "You finally unzipped it."
"It's harder than it looks, okay?" Josh said jokingly, getting up and wiping a trickle of sweat from his forehead. "Thanks for bringing us here, Hayles."
"It was all in the name of fun," I replied as Josh intertwined his fingers with mine. He pressed his ribcage against me and angled his head down toward mine.
"Yeah, and you're here. We're all here. That makes it better." Josh leaned in to distract me with a kiss, but Zac had walked in on us.
"You guys, I need some help--" Zac paused and blushed. You should have closed the door first, my conscience reminded me with an almost mocking tone. "Er--you guys are clearly busy. I should go."
"You need help with what?" I asked, pulling away from Josh.
Zac scratched the back of his head as he leaned against our door frame. "I can't open my suitcase. The zipper is on pretty tight."
"Super Hayley is coming to save the day!" I said, with an amount of energy that surprised even me, stretching out one arm and running over to his room. I looked like a complete idiot, but we were here to have fun, weren't we? "You boys need to work out! I think that means no more fries, Zac. You can't pull open a stupid zipper." I gripped the zipper tightly and with a quick tug toward the left, it had opened. "Tah-dah!"
Zac placed his hands on his hips. "I could have done it myself. I know I could."
"Mm-hmm," I joked, walking out of his room.
Josh was in the middle of fixing something on the bedside table when I opened the door. He immediately reacted to the sound of my footsteps and his lips immediately twitched upward into a smile--it was almost smug. "Where were we?" He asked enticingly.
"I think I have a pretty good idea," I said with a tone so teasingly flirtatious that he must have been questioning what my actions were going to be next.
A loud knock disturbed us yet again. I groaned, opening the door and seeing Jeremy standing there with a confused--no, embarrassed- look on his face. "Zipper issues?" I guessed, quite sure that would be the case. Jeremy nodded, almost shamefully, and Josh let out a loud, impatient grumble from behind me.
Once the zipper dilemmas were done and over with, the four of us actually had time to hang around Florida. Famously the citrus capital, we picked oranges from a farm far from the city. Picking oranges had soon turned into a orange-ball fight, started by Jeremy and Zac, undoubtedly. Josh joined in and soon, I was being pummeled by oranges. Not that I minded, it just hurt a little. There was quite an advantage to having a tall boyfriend, for he doubled as a human shield, which made it much easier to throw oranges at Zac. With my hands I gripped the side of Josh's arm with an almost masochistic tightness, hiding behind him as my other hand busily threw oranges. The fight was halted to a stop by someone who began chasing us away from the farmhouse.
We then took a tour bus and listened to the tan and bleach-blond Florida tour guide go on about everything Florida-related. She was extremely perky for someone who must have been at least sixteen years old and struggling with high school and the messes of teenage life. She also looked like a mannequin, straight out of a store, complete with a tan and everything. It was almost distracting--her completely voluptuous body and her painfully annoying voice. She looked and acted like a godess, minus the voice. I did learn a few good facts about Florida, however.
For lunch, the boys and I had turned to a local-looking Florida cafe, a sign protruding out of the large white building that read Florida Coffee And Sweets. It was obscured by a tree branch and the cafe seemed to be hidden in the corner of a boulevard, but we had managed to find it, already lured inside by a delightful smelling aroma of coffee lingering on the inside. After the quick break (which included Zac, Jeremy, and Josh eating down every bread sample and large portions of pastries), we finished the day off watching a nearby fireworks show. It was fortunate that we stumbled upon it, for the lights and view of the chemical reactions in the air were shockingly beautiful. We were standing ridiculously close to the machines that released the fireworks in the air, and as the sparkle and shine exploded in the sky, it seemed as if they were raining down and ready to come hit us. Of course they didn't hit us, thank goodness, and there was nothing but the neon glow against the Florida night and a bunch of smiling faces watching the show.
"I'm beat," Jeremy exclaimed, yawning, as he hauled himself into his hotel room.
"Me too," Zac agreed, closing his door.
It really was only 10 PM, and I wasn't sleepy at all. And by the looks of it, Josh wasn't either. "I guess we're alone now," Josh sighed, yet there was a grateful tone accompanied with his voice. He led me down the hotel hallway with his fingers wrapped gently around my wrist. "Come on, we aren't staying here."
I found myself walking along a beach, hand in hand with Josh. I felt the soft waves kiss my feet and return to the ocean, swaying rhythmically, and the sand tickle my toes. It was very calming, with the night sky hanging right above us and a few stray stars and the crescent moon giving off an almost unnatural silver glow on the sand. I took a breath. "Great, huh?" Josh asked. I nodded in agreement. "I love it."
He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me near, as the waves continued to sing as the background. He and I laid against the beach sand, silent and peaceful, no tourists around at this late hour. "I love you Hayley," he whispered, arms still wrapped around me, with them a sense of protection that even I couldn't really describe. "I do, too," I whispered, completely warm and secure. He kissed my forehead softly, and then my nose, my cheek, and finally, my lips. A drop of rain fell from the night sky. I never saw it coming. It was startling, as the first drop hit the side of my cheek with a force I didn't think was possible with water, and I was forced to stare up into the bleak, empty sky. I could make out a light chuckle that came from Josh's throat, and as I turned back to him, he hungrily pressed his lips against mine. Why did his kisses never get old? It was soft and firm, not too rough, and I wanted it to last forever. Nothing quite so easily described. And the best part? It was raining. I was completely dazed.
When he finally pulled away, Josh smirked. I probably looked idiotic, just dazzled from everything, head still spinning after the mixture of rain and his lips. "How was that?" He asked with a smug lilt to his already beautiful voice, the rain soaking us wet. "I think we should get back to the hotel, then I'll tell you," I replied.
Josh was already tucked in bed way before I was, as I dried my hair inside the hotel with the nice white towels. As I emerged from the bathroom, he was sitting there, the bedside lamp the only light turned on in the room. The kiss of air conditioning brushed against my face, and I tried not to let the snarl of horomones consume me. All I wanted to do was just kiss him all night--but I needed to control myself before things went out of proportion. He smiled up at me as I laid myself next him. "You still haven't answered my question," Josh said.
"What question?"
"About the kiss."
"Right," I began. "I think you're a sexy beast."
Josh stared back at me in a complete mix of amusement and shock, which one he felt more, I didn't know. "I really do," I insisted. I couldn't make it out in the dim light--but I think a blush crept across his face. "Thanks?" He said. I punched him softly in the arm before settling into bed. I turned, my back facing him. "Aww, Hayles. Don't tell me you're not up for some cuddling." I turned towards Josh, and I immediately regretted doing so. He had his best puppy dog expression pasted on his face again, which he probably knew was my utter weakness. He had so much advantage with that look. Pressing my head into the crook of his neck, I tried to feign anger but it never came, and instead my voice came out like a giddy schoolgirl's. "Happy?" I asked. Josh placed his strong arms around my tiny body. "Very," he replied.
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I lifted my heavy suitcase and Josh, Jeremy and Zac imitated me. All four of us were headed to Florida today, and no one wasn't ready for it. I booked a few shows for Paramore, and we were ready to let loose and just have fun. It was much needed anyways, since high school was coming to a much awaited close and we would finally be free.
There was nothing quite as relaxing as the plane ride we had when getting to Florida. First class, easy going, nice stewardesses who pasted fake smiles on their faces when we called--not that I minded it. I guess paradise could be the perfect word for it. It was quiet for the most part, no crying babies, no obnoxious other passengers who insisted that they get what they want or they'd place restraining orders (oh trust me--I've come across those). The boys seemed to be taking the luxury quite as I knew they would: playing with all the buttons on their seats, asking for every meal and every snack that could possibly be given to them. But the ride was nothing compared to the beautiful Florida escape we had landed on.
The air was hot and sticky, the sunlight already burning my skin as we left the airport. I should have expected this, it was early summer and surely Florida's sunshine would already come through. I was only angry that I forgot sunscreen again, cursing under my breath for letting my skin go unprotected like that.
Zac literally threw his bags carelessly into his hotel room as we entered, albeit being very careful with his drum stuff. I shook my head as I watched him, leaning against the doorframe. At any other situation this would have made me laugh, but it was utterly annoying--almost disgusting--the way he cared not for his own belongings. "What?" He asked, catching my already curious glance as he unpacked his drum kit.
"You care about your drums more than your clothes, belongings and electronics? Your laptop is in that bag, Zac!" I sounded like a complete mother to him as I yelled that, but there was no missing point in my words.
Zac nodded, but I could tell from his distraught disposition that he wasn't really paying attention at all. Josh and I made our way to our shared room as Jeremy got unpacked in his own. "You doing okay, Jerm?" I checked in, entering the room across from Zac's.
"Mm-hmm. Fine, Hayles," Jeremy insisted, fumbling around with the zipper of his suitcase. I nodded and walked over to our room, our meaning Josh and I, of course. He was messing with his suitcase too. I laughed softly to myself as I watched him struggle to open it, his muscles flexing under his t-shirt as he tugged at what seemed to be a very stubborn black suitcase. I heard him curse something to himself, and with one last, final tug, he pulled the zipper sideways. The suitcase opened.
"Hooray," I said, welcoming myself into the room. "You finally unzipped it."
"It's harder than it looks, okay?" Josh said jokingly, getting up and wiping a trickle of sweat from his forehead. "Thanks for bringing us here, Hayles."
"It was all in the name of fun," I replied as Josh intertwined his fingers with mine. He pressed his ribcage against me and angled his head down toward mine.
"Yeah, and you're here. We're all here. That makes it better." Josh leaned in to distract me with a kiss, but Zac had walked in on us.
"You guys, I need some help--" Zac paused and blushed. You should have closed the door first, my conscience reminded me with an almost mocking tone. "Er--you guys are clearly busy. I should go."
"You need help with what?" I asked, pulling away from Josh.
Zac scratched the back of his head as he leaned against our door frame. "I can't open my suitcase. The zipper is on pretty tight."
"Super Hayley is coming to save the day!" I said, with an amount of energy that surprised even me, stretching out one arm and running over to his room. I looked like a complete idiot, but we were here to have fun, weren't we? "You boys need to work out! I think that means no more fries, Zac. You can't pull open a stupid zipper." I gripped the zipper tightly and with a quick tug toward the left, it had opened. "Tah-dah!"
Zac placed his hands on his hips. "I could have done it myself. I know I could."
"Mm-hmm," I joked, walking out of his room.
Josh was in the middle of fixing something on the bedside table when I opened the door. He immediately reacted to the sound of my footsteps and his lips immediately twitched upward into a smile--it was almost smug. "Where were we?" He asked enticingly.
"I think I have a pretty good idea," I said with a tone so teasingly flirtatious that he must have been questioning what my actions were going to be next.
A loud knock disturbed us yet again. I groaned, opening the door and seeing Jeremy standing there with a confused--no, embarrassed- look on his face. "Zipper issues?" I guessed, quite sure that would be the case. Jeremy nodded, almost shamefully, and Josh let out a loud, impatient grumble from behind me.
Once the zipper dilemmas were done and over with, the four of us actually had time to hang around Florida. Famously the citrus capital, we picked oranges from a farm far from the city. Picking oranges had soon turned into a orange-ball fight, started by Jeremy and Zac, undoubtedly. Josh joined in and soon, I was being pummeled by oranges. Not that I minded, it just hurt a little. There was quite an advantage to having a tall boyfriend, for he doubled as a human shield, which made it much easier to throw oranges at Zac. With my hands I gripped the side of Josh's arm with an almost masochistic tightness, hiding behind him as my other hand busily threw oranges. The fight was halted to a stop by someone who began chasing us away from the farmhouse.
We then took a tour bus and listened to the tan and bleach-blond Florida tour guide go on about everything Florida-related. She was extremely perky for someone who must have been at least sixteen years old and struggling with high school and the messes of teenage life. She also looked like a mannequin, straight out of a store, complete with a tan and everything. It was almost distracting--her completely voluptuous body and her painfully annoying voice. She looked and acted like a godess, minus the voice. I did learn a few good facts about Florida, however.
For lunch, the boys and I had turned to a local-looking Florida cafe, a sign protruding out of the large white building that read Florida Coffee And Sweets. It was obscured by a tree branch and the cafe seemed to be hidden in the corner of a boulevard, but we had managed to find it, already lured inside by a delightful smelling aroma of coffee lingering on the inside. After the quick break (which included Zac, Jeremy, and Josh eating down every bread sample and large portions of pastries), we finished the day off watching a nearby fireworks show. It was fortunate that we stumbled upon it, for the lights and view of the chemical reactions in the air were shockingly beautiful. We were standing ridiculously close to the machines that released the fireworks in the air, and as the sparkle and shine exploded in the sky, it seemed as if they were raining down and ready to come hit us. Of course they didn't hit us, thank goodness, and there was nothing but the neon glow against the Florida night and a bunch of smiling faces watching the show.
"I'm beat," Jeremy exclaimed, yawning, as he hauled himself into his hotel room.
"Me too," Zac agreed, closing his door.
It really was only 10 PM, and I wasn't sleepy at all. And by the looks of it, Josh wasn't either. "I guess we're alone now," Josh sighed, yet there was a grateful tone accompanied with his voice. He led me down the hotel hallway with his fingers wrapped gently around my wrist. "Come on, we aren't staying here."
I found myself walking along a beach, hand in hand with Josh. I felt the soft waves kiss my feet and return to the ocean, swaying rhythmically, and the sand tickle my toes. It was very calming, with the night sky hanging right above us and a few stray stars and the crescent moon giving off an almost unnatural silver glow on the sand. I took a breath. "Great, huh?" Josh asked. I nodded in agreement. "I love it."
He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me near, as the waves continued to sing as the background. He and I laid against the beach sand, silent and peaceful, no tourists around at this late hour. "I love you Hayley," he whispered, arms still wrapped around me, with them a sense of protection that even I couldn't really describe. "I do, too," I whispered, completely warm and secure. He kissed my forehead softly, and then my nose, my cheek, and finally, my lips. A drop of rain fell from the night sky. I never saw it coming. It was startling, as the first drop hit the side of my cheek with a force I didn't think was possible with water, and I was forced to stare up into the bleak, empty sky. I could make out a light chuckle that came from Josh's throat, and as I turned back to him, he hungrily pressed his lips against mine. Why did his kisses never get old? It was soft and firm, not too rough, and I wanted it to last forever. Nothing quite so easily described. And the best part? It was raining. I was completely dazed.
When he finally pulled away, Josh smirked. I probably looked idiotic, just dazzled from everything, head still spinning after the mixture of rain and his lips. "How was that?" He asked with a smug lilt to his already beautiful voice, the rain soaking us wet. "I think we should get back to the hotel, then I'll tell you," I replied.
Josh was already tucked in bed way before I was, as I dried my hair inside the hotel with the nice white towels. As I emerged from the bathroom, he was sitting there, the bedside lamp the only light turned on in the room. The kiss of air conditioning brushed against my face, and I tried not to let the snarl of horomones consume me. All I wanted to do was just kiss him all night--but I needed to control myself before things went out of proportion. He smiled up at me as I laid myself next him. "You still haven't answered my question," Josh said.
"What question?"
"About the kiss."
"Right," I began. "I think you're a sexy beast."
Josh stared back at me in a complete mix of amusement and shock, which one he felt more, I didn't know. "I really do," I insisted. I couldn't make it out in the dim light--but I think a blush crept across his face. "Thanks?" He said. I punched him softly in the arm before settling into bed. I turned, my back facing him. "Aww, Hayles. Don't tell me you're not up for some cuddling." I turned towards Josh, and I immediately regretted doing so. He had his best puppy dog expression pasted on his face again, which he probably knew was my utter weakness. He had so much advantage with that look. Pressing my head into the crook of his neck, I tried to feign anger but it never came, and instead my voice came out like a giddy schoolgirl's. "Happy?" I asked. Josh placed his strong arms around my tiny body. "Very," he replied.
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HAYLEY'S POV:
I lifted my heavy suitcase and Josh, Jeremy and Zac imitated me. All four of us were headed to Florida today, and no one wasn't ready for it. I booked a few shows for Paramore, and we were ready to let loose and just have fun. It was much needed anyways, since high school was coming to a much awaited close and we would finally be free.
There was nothing quite as relaxing as the plane ride we had when getting to Florida. First class, easy going, nice stewardesses who pasted fake smiles on their faces when we called--not that I minded it. I guess paradise could be the perfect word for it. It was quiet for the most part, no crying babies, no obnoxious other passengers who insisted that they get what they want or they'd place restraining orders (oh trust me--I've come across those). The boys seemed to be taking the luxury quite as I knew they would: playing with all the buttons on their seats, asking for every meal and every snack that could possibly be given to them. But the ride was nothing compared to the beautiful Florida escape we had landed on.
The air was hot and sticky, the sunlight already burning my skin as we left the airport. I should have expected this, it was early summer and surely Florida's sunshine would already come through. I was only angry that I forgot sunscreen again, cursing under my breath for letting my skin go unprotected like that.
Zac literally threw his bags carelessly into his hotel room as we entered, albeit being very careful with his drum stuff. I shook my head as I watched him, leaning against the doorframe. At any other situation this would have made me laugh, but it was utterly annoying--almost disgusting--the way he cared not for his own belongings. "What?" He asked, catching my already curious glance as he unpacked his drum kit.
"You care about your drums more than your clothes, belongings and electronics? Your laptop is in that bag, Zac!" I sounded like a complete mother to him as I yelled that, but there was no missing point in my words.
Zac nodded, but I could tell from his distraught disposition that he wasn't really paying attention at all. Josh and I made our way to our shared room as Jeremy got unpacked in his own. "You doing okay, Jerm?" I checked in, entering the room across from Zac's.
"Mm-hmm. Fine, Hayles," Jeremy insisted, fumbling around with the zipper of his suitcase. I nodded and walked over to our room, our meaning Josh and I, of course. He was messing with his suitcase too. I laughed softly to myself as I watched him struggle to open it, his muscles flexing under his t-shirt as he tugged at what seemed to be a very stubborn black suitcase. I heard him curse something to himself, and with one last, final tug, he pulled the zipper sideways. The suitcase opened.
"Hooray," I said, welcoming myself into the room. "You finally unzipped it."
"It's harder than it looks, okay?" Josh said jokingly, getting up and wiping a trickle of sweat from his forehead. "Thanks for bringing us here, Hayles."
"It was all in the name of fun," I replied as Josh intertwined his fingers with mine. He pressed his ribcage against me and angled his head down toward mine.
"Yeah, and you're here. We're all here. That makes it better." Josh leaned in to distract me with a kiss, but Zac had walked in on us.
"You guys, I need some help--" Zac paused and blushed. You should have closed the door first, my conscience reminded me with an almost mocking tone. "Er--you guys are clearly busy. I should go."
"You need help with what?" I asked, pulling away from Josh.
Zac scratched the back of his head as he leaned against our door frame. "I can't open my suitcase. The zipper is on pretty tight."
"Super Hayley is coming to save the day!" I said, with an amount of energy that surprised even me, stretching out one arm and running over to his room. I looked like a complete idiot, but we were here to have fun, weren't we? "You boys need to work out! I think that means no more fries, Zac. You can't pull open a stupid zipper." I gripped the zipper tightly and with a quick tug toward the left, it had opened. "Tah-dah!"
Zac placed his hands on his hips. "I could have done it myself. I know I could."
"Mm-hmm," I joked, walking out of his room.
Josh was in the middle of fixing something on the bedside table when I opened the door. He immediately reacted to the sound of my footsteps and his lips immediately twitched upward into a smile--it was almost smug. "Where were we?" He asked enticingly.
"I think I have a pretty good idea," I said with a tone so teasingly flirtatious that he must have been questioning what my actions were going to be next.
A loud knock disturbed us yet again. I groaned, opening the door and seeing Jeremy standing there with a confused--no, embarrassed- look on his face. "Zipper issues?" I guessed, quite sure that would be the case. Jeremy nodded, almost shamefully, and Josh let out a loud, impatient grumble from behind me.
Once the zipper dilemmas were done and over with, the four of us actually had time to hang around Florida. Famously the citrus capital, we picked oranges from a farm far from the city. Picking oranges had soon turned into a orange-ball fight, started by Jeremy and Zac, undoubtedly. Josh joined in and soon, I was being pummeled by oranges. Not that I minded, it just hurt a little. There was quite an advantage to having a tall boyfriend, for he doubled as a human shield, which made it much easier to throw oranges at Zac. With my hands I gripped the side of Josh's arm with an almost masochistic tightness, hiding behind him as my other hand busily threw oranges. The fight was halted to a stop by someone who began chasing us away from the farmhouse.
We then took a tour bus and listened to the tan and bleach-blond Florida tour guide go on about everything Florida-related. She was extremely perky for someone who must have been at least sixteen years old and struggling with high school and the messes of teenage life. She also looked like a mannequin, straight out of a store, complete with a tan and everything. It was almost distracting--her completely voluptuous body and her painfully annoying voice. She looked and acted like a godess, minus the voice. I did learn a few good facts about Florida, however.
For lunch, the boys and I had turned to a local-looking Florida cafe, a sign protruding out of the large white building that read Florida Coffee And Sweets. It was obscured by a tree branch and the cafe seemed to be hidden in the corner of a boulevard, but we had managed to find it, already lured inside by a delightful smelling aroma of coffee lingering on the inside. After the quick break (which included Zac, Jeremy, and Josh eating down every bread sample and large portions of pastries), we finished the day off watching a nearby fireworks show. It was fortunate that we stumbled upon it, for the lights and view of the chemical reactions in the air were shockingly beautiful. We were standing ridiculously close to the machines that released the fireworks in the air, and as the sparkle and shine exploded in the sky, it seemed as if they were raining down and ready to come hit us. Of course they didn't hit us, thank goodness, and there was nothing but the neon glow against the Florida night and a bunch of smiling faces watching the show.
"I'm beat," Jeremy exclaimed, yawning, as he hauled himself into his hotel room.
"Me too," Zac agreed, closing his door.
It really was only 10 PM, and I wasn't sleepy at all. And by the looks of it, Josh wasn't either. "I guess we're alone now," Josh sighed, yet there was a grateful tone accompanied with his voice. He led me down the hotel hallway with his fingers wrapped gently around my wrist. "Come on, we aren't staying here."
I found myself walking along a beach, hand in hand with Josh. I felt the soft waves kiss my feet and return to the ocean, swaying rhythmically, and the sand tickle my toes. It was very calming, with the night sky hanging right above us and a few stray stars and the crescent moon giving off an almost unnatural silver glow on the sand. I took a breath. "Great, huh?" Josh asked. I nodded in agreement. "I love it."
He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me near, as the waves continued to sing as the background. He and I laid against the beach sand, silent and peaceful, no tourists around at this late hour. "I love you Hayley," he whispered, arms still wrapped around me, with them a sense of protection that even I couldn't really describe. "I do, too," I whispered, completely warm and secure. He kissed my forehead softly, and then my nose, my cheek, and finally, my lips. A drop of rain fell from the night sky. I never saw it coming. It was startling, as the first drop hit the side of my cheek with a force I didn't think was possible with water, and I was forced to stare up into the bleak, empty sky. I could make out a light chuckle that came from Josh's throat, and as I turned back to him, he hungrily pressed his lips against mine. Why did his kisses never get old? It was soft and firm, not too rough, and I wanted it to last forever. Nothing quite so easily described. And the best part? It was raining. I was completely dazed.
When he finally pulled away, Josh smirked. I probably looked idiotic, just dazzled from everything, head still spinning after the mixture of rain and his lips. "How was that?" He asked with a smug lilt to his already beautiful voice, the rain soaking us wet. "I think we should get back to the hotel, then I'll tell you," I replied.
Josh was already tucked in bed way before I was, as I dried my hair inside the hotel with the nice white towels. As I emerged from the bathroom, he was sitting there, the bedside lamp the only light turned on in the room. The kiss of air conditioning brushed against my face, and I tried not to let the snarl of horomones consume me. All I wanted to do was just kiss him all night--but I needed to control myself before things went out of proportion. He smiled up at me as I laid myself next him. "You still haven't answered my question," Josh said.
"What question?"
"About the kiss."
"Right," I began. "I think you're a sexy beast."
Josh stared back at me in a complete mix of amusement and shock, which one he felt more, I didn't know. "I really do," I insisted. I couldn't make it out in the dim light--but I think a blush crept across his face. "Thanks?" He said. I punched him softly in the arm before settling into bed. I turned, my back facing him. "Aww, Hayles. Don't tell me you're not up for some cuddling." I turned towards Josh, and I immediately regretted doing so. He had his best puppy dog expression pasted on his face again, which he probably knew was my utter weakness. He had so much advantage with that look. Pressing my head into the crook of his neck, I tried to feign anger but it never came, and instead my voice came out like a giddy schoolgirl's. "Happy?" I asked. Josh placed his strong arms around my tiny body. "Very," he replied.
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I lifted my heavy suitcase and Josh, Jeremy and Zac imitated me. All four of us were headed to Florida today, and no one wasn't ready for it. I booked a few shows for Paramore, and we were ready to let loose and just have fun. It was much needed anyways, since high school was coming to a much awaited close and we would finally be free.
There was nothing quite as relaxing as the plane ride we had when getting to Florida. First class, easy going, nice stewardesses who pasted fake smiles on their faces when we called--not that I minded it. I guess paradise could be the perfect word for it. It was quiet for the most part, no crying babies, no obnoxious other passengers who insisted that they get what they want or they'd place restraining orders (oh trust me--I've come across those). The boys seemed to be taking the luxury quite as I knew they would: playing with all the buttons on their seats, asking for every meal and every snack that could possibly be given to them. But the ride was nothing compared to the beautiful Florida escape we had landed on.
The air was hot and sticky, the sunlight already burning my skin as we left the airport. I should have expected this, it was early summer and surely Florida's sunshine would already come through. I was only angry that I forgot sunscreen again, cursing under my breath for letting my skin go unprotected like that.
Zac literally threw his bags carelessly into his hotel room as we entered, albeit being very careful with his drum stuff. I shook my head as I watched him, leaning against the doorframe. At any other situation this would have made me laugh, but it was utterly annoying--almost disgusting--the way he cared not for his own belongings. "What?" He asked, catching my already curious glance as he unpacked his drum kit.
"You care about your drums more than your clothes, belongings and electronics? Your laptop is in that bag, Zac!" I sounded like a complete mother to him as I yelled that, but there was no missing point in my words.
Zac nodded, but I could tell from his distraught disposition that he wasn't really paying attention at all. Josh and I made our way to our shared room as Jeremy got unpacked in his own. "You doing okay, Jerm?" I checked in, entering the room across from Zac's.
"Mm-hmm. Fine, Hayles," Jeremy insisted, fumbling around with the zipper of his suitcase. I nodded and walked over to our room, our meaning Josh and I, of course. He was messing with his suitcase too. I laughed softly to myself as I watched him struggle to open it, his muscles flexing under his t-shirt as he tugged at what seemed to be a very stubborn black suitcase. I heard him curse something to himself, and with one last, final tug, he pulled the zipper sideways. The suitcase opened.
"Hooray," I said, welcoming myself into the room. "You finally unzipped it."
"It's harder than it looks, okay?" Josh said jokingly, getting up and wiping a trickle of sweat from his forehead. "Thanks for bringing us here, Hayles."
"It was all in the name of fun," I replied as Josh intertwined his fingers with mine. He pressed his ribcage against me and angled his head down toward mine.
"Yeah, and you're here. We're all here. That makes it better." Josh leaned in to distract me with a kiss, but Zac had walked in on us.
"You guys, I need some help--" Zac paused and blushed. You should have closed the door first, my conscience reminded me with an almost mocking tone. "Er--you guys are clearly busy. I should go."
"You need help with what?" I asked, pulling away from Josh.
Zac scratched the back of his head as he leaned against our door frame. "I can't open my suitcase. The zipper is on pretty tight."
"Super Hayley is coming to save the day!" I said, with an amount of energy that surprised even me, stretching out one arm and running over to his room. I looked like a complete idiot, but we were here to have fun, weren't we? "You boys need to work out! I think that means no more fries, Zac. You can't pull open a stupid zipper." I gripped the zipper tightly and with a quick tug toward the left, it had opened. "Tah-dah!"
Zac placed his hands on his hips. "I could have done it myself. I know I could."
"Mm-hmm," I joked, walking out of his room.
Josh was in the middle of fixing something on the bedside table when I opened the door. He immediately reacted to the sound of my footsteps and his lips immediately twitched upward into a smile--it was almost smug. "Where were we?" He asked enticingly.
"I think I have a pretty good idea," I said with a tone so teasingly flirtatious that he must have been questioning what my actions were going to be next.
A loud knock disturbed us yet again. I groaned, opening the door and seeing Jeremy standing there with a confused--no, embarrassed- look on his face. "Zipper issues?" I guessed, quite sure that would be the case. Jeremy nodded, almost shamefully, and Josh let out a loud, impatient grumble from behind me.
Once the zipper dilemmas were done and over with, the four of us actually had time to hang around Florida. Famously the citrus capital, we picked oranges from a farm far from the city. Picking oranges had soon turned into a orange-ball fight, started by Jeremy and Zac, undoubtedly. Josh joined in and soon, I was being pummeled by oranges. Not that I minded, it just hurt a little. There was quite an advantage to having a tall boyfriend, for he doubled as a human shield, which made it much easier to throw oranges at Zac. With my hands I gripped the side of Josh's arm with an almost masochistic tightness, hiding behind him as my other hand busily threw oranges. The fight was halted to a stop by someone who began chasing us away from the farmhouse.
We then took a tour bus and listened to the tan and bleach-blond Florida tour guide go on about everything Florida-related. She was extremely perky for someone who must have been at least sixteen years old and struggling with high school and the messes of teenage life. She also looked like a mannequin, straight out of a store, complete with a tan and everything. It was almost distracting--her completely voluptuous body and her painfully annoying voice. She looked and acted like a godess, minus the voice. I did learn a few good facts about Florida, however.
For lunch, the boys and I had turned to a local-looking Florida cafe, a sign protruding out of the large white building that read Florida Coffee And Sweets. It was obscured by a tree branch and the cafe seemed to be hidden in the corner of a boulevard, but we had managed to find it, already lured inside by a delightful smelling aroma of coffee lingering on the inside. After the quick break (which included Zac, Jeremy, and Josh eating down every bread sample and large portions of pastries), we finished the day off watching a nearby fireworks show. It was fortunate that we stumbled upon it, for the lights and view of the chemical reactions in the air were shockingly beautiful. We were standing ridiculously close to the machines that released the fireworks in the air, and as the sparkle and shine exploded in the sky, it seemed as if they were raining down and ready to come hit us. Of course they didn't hit us, thank goodness, and there was nothing but the neon glow against the Florida night and a bunch of smiling faces watching the show.
"I'm beat," Jeremy exclaimed, yawning, as he hauled himself into his hotel room.
"Me too," Zac agreed, closing his door.
It really was only 10 PM, and I wasn't sleepy at all. And by the looks of it, Josh wasn't either. "I guess we're alone now," Josh sighed, yet there was a grateful tone accompanied with his voice. He led me down the hotel hallway with his fingers wrapped gently around my wrist. "Come on, we aren't staying here."
I found myself walking along a beach, hand in hand with Josh. I felt the soft waves kiss my feet and return to the ocean, swaying rhythmically, and the sand tickle my toes. It was very calming, with the night sky hanging right above us and a few stray stars and the crescent moon giving off an almost unnatural silver glow on the sand. I took a breath. "Great, huh?" Josh asked. I nodded in agreement. "I love it."
He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me near, as the waves continued to sing as the background. He and I laid against the beach sand, silent and peaceful, no tourists around at this late hour. "I love you Hayley," he whispered, arms still wrapped around me, with them a sense of protection that even I couldn't really describe. "I do, too," I whispered, completely warm and secure. He kissed my forehead softly, and then my nose, my cheek, and finally, my lips. A drop of rain fell from the night sky. I never saw it coming. It was startling, as the first drop hit the side of my cheek with a force I didn't think was possible with water, and I was forced to stare up into the bleak, empty sky. I could make out a light chuckle that came from Josh's throat, and as I turned back to him, he hungrily pressed his lips against mine. Why did his kisses never get old? It was soft and firm, not too rough, and I wanted it to last forever. Nothing quite so easily described. And the best part? It was raining. I was completely dazed.
When he finally pulled away, Josh smirked. I probably looked idiotic, just dazzled from everything, head still spinning after the mixture of rain and his lips. "How was that?" He asked with a smug lilt to his already beautiful voice, the rain soaking us wet. "I think we should get back to the hotel, then I'll tell you," I replied.
Josh was already tucked in bed way before I was, as I dried my hair inside the hotel with the nice white towels. As I emerged from the bathroom, he was sitting there, the bedside lamp the only light turned on in the room. The kiss of air conditioning brushed against my face, and I tried not to let the snarl of horomones consume me. All I wanted to do was just kiss him all night--but I needed to control myself before things went out of proportion. He smiled up at me as I laid myself next him. "You still haven't answered my question," Josh said.
"What question?"
"About the kiss."
"Right," I began. "I think you're a sexy beast."
Josh stared back at me in a complete mix of amusement and shock, which one he felt more, I didn't know. "I really do," I insisted. I couldn't make it out in the dim light--but I think a blush crept across his face. "Thanks?" He said. I punched him softly in the arm before settling into bed. I turned, my back facing him. "Aww, Hayles. Don't tell me you're not up for some cuddling." I turned towards Josh, and I immediately regretted doing so. He had his best puppy dog expression pasted on his face again, which he probably knew was my utter weakness. He had so much advantage with that look. Pressing my head into the crook of his neck, I tried to feign anger but it never came, and instead my voice came out like a giddy schoolgirl's. "Happy?" I asked. Josh placed his strong arms around my tiny body. "Very," he replied.
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