THE BOY NEXT DOOR

LAST DAY & POOL DAY

Aimee's POV
Today's our last day here. We leave late tonight which I'm really sad about. At least we had fun together after all of the fighting of course.

We were just downstairs of the hotel room eating breakfast. We were discussing what we're doing today.

"So I've been thinking. Since it's our last day maybe we could just hang by the pool and just swim and play around" Stormie suggested.

We all nod in agreement and Ross smirked at me. "We're going to have a swimming race and I'm going to win!"

I laughed. "You sure about that bro? Aimee beat you the other day racing you to the water at the beach!" Riker decided to add.

We all laugh making Ross feel embarrassed.

"Exactly! I'm going to win this time!" He smirked again.

"Um Ross. I don't think that's a good idea. Aimee's been on the swim team since she was ten and she's a pretty awesome swimmer. She's the reason they won districts last year" Connor says.

I smiled proudly and Ross glares at me. "It's on!" He says, running to the pool. I laughed as the rest of us walked into the pool area since we finished eating and we had our bathing suits on already.

We had the pool to ourselves so that was fun. I took my clothes off that I had over my bathing suit. I threw it onto the beach chair and quickly dove into the cold water.

I swim to the surface laughing. "Haha! I was the first one in!" I say, sticking my tongue out.

Ross smiles pretending to jump on me but he jumped over me. I let out a giggle as he grabbed my foot pulling me under.

I choked on water and swam to the surface. "Ready to race?" He smirks, swimming to the end of the pool.

"Bring it on cupcake!" I say. I was already at the end of the pool. "Ready, set, GO!" Stormie yelled, and we start swimming.

I start laughing as I reached the other side with Ross behind me. "WHAT THE HELL?!" He yelled, reaching the end of the wall.

"Connor warned you Ross" my mom says, who was sitting on the beach chairs talking to Ross's dad and mom.

I laughed as he rolled his eyes pouting. "Awe. Is wittle Wossy Berry sad?" Ryland says, in a baby tone and I laughed harder. We just enjoyed playing and splashing each other until it was time. It was time to leave.