The Ocean's Song (pt. 1) (Going through edits)

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One of the few things Ryla and Mist didn't have in common was that Mist spent most of her time and money chasing after boys. Whether it was going to concerts and fangirling over her favorite singer, or spending hours on end chatting with men on different dating apps, she was a hopeless romantic who would do anything to always be in the perfect relationship.

"I told you in the text didn't I?" Naida chuckled and sat down, grabbing the menu.

"Out at sea, right, but since when do you go boating? And without telling your friends anything about it? I assume you at least have some pictures?" Bowen argued, placing his fingers on the menu and pushing it down onto the table so he could look in her eyes. His lime green eyes met hers and Naida nearly had to shake herself to escape the hypnotizing beauty of them. But it wasn't just his eyes that were gorgeous, his bright smile, messy dirty blond hair, toned body, and the softest, most freckled skin she's ever seen, everything about Bowen screamed Naida's type. His hair was damp, a towel was slung over his shoulders, his shirt and shorts were wet in a few places, and he smelled strongly of salt. He had obviously just come from surfing at the beach.

Bowen, who was twenty-one, and Naida had dated for a few months, but Bowen didn't like how slow Naida wanted to take things and decided it would be better if they just settled as friends. Naida would never admit it, especially since the brothers came into her life and created so many mixed feelings in her heart, but if Bowen ever asked Naida if she wanted to go back to dating, she would say yes in a heartbeat. It wasn't just for looks, but he had such a kind, selfless, adventurous, and desirable personality, it was a surprise some other girl hadn't taken him by now But when he went into a relationship, he wanted all the activities that came with it, but Naida wasn't ready for all that yet.

"Well, no. I kinda... forgot my phone at home. The no internet thing was an excuse." Naida murmured, squirming in her seat. She hated lying to her friends more than anything, but how could they believe her if she told them the truth.

"Naida, we were all very worried, but we're excited you're back." Miracle wheeled her wheelchair over to my side and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Do you have to go again?" Miracle, who was twenty-one years old, had hair that looked just like Betta's, coffee brown and cut in a bob around her shoulders, fawn brown eyes that were always sparkling, making her look more innocent than a puppy, and a kinda chubby body with dark skin. She wore a pink hoodie and ripped jeans, a cute and casual look that she was normally sporting.