Invisible

Chapter Two: Home sweet home.

  "Guys I really, really, really need to piss!" Rayne's voice drifted from the back seat as he bounced up and down like a small kid.

"I told you to go before we left!" I sighed, rummaging around in the glovebox. Finding what I was looking for I tossed an empty water bottle over my shoulder, hitting Rayne square in the forehead. I smirked as he glared at me, pouting in frustration.

"The Hell if you think you're getting your willy out in the back of my car, let alone peeing back there!" Georgia screeched pulling the wheel to the side, throwing the car onto the hard shoulder. "Out, out, out!" She demanded, her voice raising in pitch.

"Don't forget the bottle" I reminded him, pulling my sunglasses off the top of my head and placing them over my eyes before getting out of the car and pulling my seat forward to let him out.

"We are so evil" Georgia giggled, turning the radio down so we could talk as we waited for Rayne to go about his business. It felt so good to have my two best friends around me again, this summer was going to be the best on record. Rayne climbed back into the car a few minutes later, a look of disdain smeared across his face.

"No one, and I mean not one single person can hear about this. Ever. In a million years. And yes I'm aiming this at you Willow. I know how much of a gossip monger you are". His voice was short and sharp, letting us both know he wasn't amused. However, I couldn't help but snort at the last part. I put the seat back and climbed back into the car. "Hey Willow. Catch". I automatically reached my hand out to catch whatever was heading my direction. Only realising what it was after it was too late. I caught the warm bottle of urine and gagged instantly.

"Ewwwwwww! Rayne, what the hell? What kind of person even does that?" My throat was sore from how loud I was screaming. Quickly I turned and threw the bottle out of my open window, wiping my hands furiously on my jeans. He and Georgia began laughing hysterically as I freaked out trying to find something to clean my hands on. "This is not funny. You are so dead!" I complained.

"Aw come on babe, lighten up at least it was in a bottle" my cousin managed between laughing and trying to catch her breath. Rolling my eyes I slumped down in my chair and folded my arms.

"That's fine. Joke's on Rayne though, we're only about five minutes away from the house". It was my turn to chuckle as Rayne's face dropped.

As I'd guessed we arrived at the house about five minutes later. I jumped out of the car to unlock the gates that blocked access to the driveway and waved Georgia through. The sun was already making me start to sweat now that I was out of the air conditioned car. Walking up the drive I watched as Rayne climbed out of the car, gazing up at the house in awe. I'd been brought up here, and it had still never lost its sense of grandeur, so I could only imagine what someone seeing it for the first time might think.

"This is freaking unbelievable!" He called bouncing up and down. "How many bedrooms is it? How many bathrooms are there? Is there a Jacuzzi? Is there a pool? Are those tennis courts I see? How close are we to the beach?" Rayne rattled off questions like a machine gun as Georgia just gawked at him.

"You'll get used to him" I smiled opening the trunk and grabbing my bag. "Sometimes he's worse than a kid. Actually, scratch that. I've never known a kid as bad as him. It's like he grows down rather than up". Georgia chuckled softly as she came to join me in grabbing her bags, not being able to stop the smiles spreading across our faces as we watched Rayne gazing around him in wonder.

"He genuinely looks like a kid in a toy store" she noted holding her hand out for the keys. "May I?"

It took a good half an hour to give Rayne a full tour of the house and show him to the guest room he would be using. After leaving him to change into shorts I headed to my own room down the hall. Passing Georgia's open door I poked my head into the room.

"We were thinking of catching the last few hours of sunlight on the beach before we go for groceries" I tell my cousin who was unpacking her suitcase. When she turns to me she's holding a picture in her hand, smiling fondly.

"Hey Will, you remember this?" she asked coming and handing the picture to me. The image is of two young girls smiling brightly from a pillow fort, one blonde and one brunette.

"Of course I remember this" I told her "we were what? 5? 6? Can you remember grandpa's face when he realised we'd used every spare blanket and pillow in the house?" I couldn't stop the chuckle at the memory as I handed Georgia the picture back.

"I miss making those memories" she announced as she pinned the picture up on her cork board. After a brief pause I hugged her and replied.

"Well we have a whole summer ahead of us to make some".

My bedroom had hardly changed since I was young. The same four post bed, minus the Disney princess covers of course, was still where it had always been along with all the other furniture. I walked over to the balcony doors and pushed them open, allowing a warm breeze into the room. I stepped out into the sun, going to lean against the balcony railings, taking in the familiar view. Beyond the pool and the manicured lawns lay the golden sand of the beach which disappeared into a crystal blue ocean.

Occasionally I'd even been lucky enough to see dolphins from there, or sometimes I'd get all the pillows from the bed and make a comfy little nook on the windowsill, where I'd sit and watch the sunset with a hot chocolate and my favourite book. With a sigh I pushed myself away from the railings and turned to head back into my room to tackle my cases. I wasn't too fussed about unpacking right now, but I definitely needed a change of clothes for the beach.

As soon as I opened my suitcase I knew something wasn't right. Those weren't my clothes. I pulled out the bikini that lay on top and held it up to the light, it was zebra print and extremely skimpy. I checked the label, yep, my size. It didn't take me much longer, looking through the rest of the clothes, to realise that they were all brand new. And if there were two people most likely to pull a stunt like this then both of them were just down the hall.

"Rayne!" I shrieked slapping the lid of the suitcase closed. "Georgia! You are both so dead!"