Chapter 6.

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I took one last glance at myself through the full-length mirror, after gathering my hair into a high ponytail. I'm wearing pink shorts, plain white T-shirt, white sandals, simple.

"Hey, mum." I said, as I entered the living room.

"Hey, are you going out?"

"Yea, we'll just gather by the beach, and maybe go for a walk, I don't know what they're up to."

"Okay, Have fun."

"I'll, bye." I said making my way to the door, but was stopped by a sudden thought, "Yea, mum?" I turned my way back to her.

"Take from your dad." She said.

"What?"

"Don't you want money?"

"No, mum." I chuckled.

"Oh, okay then, what's there."

I stepped closer to her, "Did you know that Nick's parents are getting divorce?"

"Yea." She let a sigh.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I frowned.

"It's not my business to tell, Ellie."

"I know, but Matt's really upset, you know? I don't know what to do to him."

"Poor guy, it must be a huge shock."

"It is. He's going to be staying with us for the rest of the summer, is that okay?" I asked.

"Of course it is. Try to get his mind away from it, Ellie, okay?"

I nodded " Do you know why did they get divorce?"

"I tolled you, Ellie, it's not my place to tell." She shook her head.

"Okay." I sighed." Good bye." I gave her a kiss upon her forehead before leaving.

..............

"Hey, guys." I said to a frustrated group of friends. "What are you doing?"

"trying to keep this shit from putting out." Matt huffed.

"It won't work, there's way too wind." Salma gathered her hair in one side, then moved her gaze up  to me, "Aren't your friends coming?"

"I don't know, I'll see."

I took my phone out of my pocket and typed a message,

to: Zayn.

Are you guys coming?

Delete....... Delete...... Delete.

To: Zayn.

Hey, when are you coming?

Delete...... Delete......... Delete. 

To: Sam.

Are you coming? We're waiting.

Send.

Moments later my phone buzzed.

From: Sam.

Yea, we're on our way!

"They're in their way." I informed. "What are we even going to do?" 

"We'll eat pizza. Without a fire." Matt threw the matchbox over the wood, and came to sit next to me. "And fart." he added, wiggling his brows.

"You know there'll be a new people, don't you?" I raised an eyebrow.

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