You woke up at around seven in the evening to the feeling of you coming to an abrupt stop. You fluttered your eyes open and looked around.
The sun was getting ready to fully set you could tell by the burnt orange colors that riddled the sky. Around you, was a small little neighborhood that was directly in front of a beach. You were parked in front of a familiar little house.
"Oh you're up. We're here." Connie began to unbuckle his seatbelt and get out of the car.
"Where are we exactly ?" you asked, getting out of the car yourself.
"Sanibel Island. You remember the house we pretended we were gonna buy during that open house ? This is the one."
You turned and looked back at the house, recalling the memory from the last time all of your friends came here. Way before the boys went on their first tour, Sanibel Island was your go to vacation spot. You guys would pull together whatever money you all had and get a hotel suite, so that all of you could sleep in it.
Though you were happy to be down there, the hotel was a ways from the beach. So, you guys always wanted to get a little house by the beach. You still remember the open houses you guys would crash and all of you pretended to be rich kids in look of a summer home. The simpler times.
"You bought it ?"
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Not yet. But I was able to rent it for a bit."
You nodded and helped him with the bags that were in the trunk. Before going in, he threw his arm around you and grabbed the duffle bag you had in your hand. "Let me do it."
The two of you walked up the paint chipped white steps and onto the porch. The house was the same bright aquamarine color it was when you first saw it. The white door was unlocked by your boyfriend and he let you go in first.
It was decorated with a bunch of "boho" things. From hammocks in the living to funky colored furniture. It had a kitchen and a few rooms. Not shabby at all but definitely not too big. It made you happy just being able to be in the house.
