The weather started to get warmth. And with some time, Laurance had planned a double date. Then after he planned it, he realized a double date with his sister is kind of weird.

Vylad knocks on my door and enters after he's given permission. Out of all the boys in this house, I must give the award of knocking to Mr. Vylad Ro'meave. Garroth doesn't knock, and Zane is a hit or miss with it comes to doing it. At least with Vylad I know he'll knock unless there's an absolute emergency and he can't.

"Does this shirt match my bottoms?"

I look over at Vylad with a quiet laugh. He's wearing swim trunks, but he's concerned about his shirt matching. He's just going to take the shirt off either way.

"It works fine," I tell him before tying my pony tail into my hair. "Though, I don't understand why you're so concerned about matching. I'm just wearing a t-shirt and shorts over mine."

He sighs and walks over to the bag on my bed, looking inside of it and pulling things out. He has a mental check list in his head trying to make sure that we have everything. We'd be damned if the tan boys become tanner. As if soccer isn't doing that already.

"Y/N, why aren't there towels in here?" He asks me, looking up for an explanation. I suppose towels were the one thing that I overlooked. "But it's still a date. I want to look my best. . . even if I'm soaking wet."

I shake my head and walks towards the bathroom. I look inside for two large beach towels before smiling once I find them. The towels are brought back to our bag and Vylad redoes his check list before packing everything into the bag nicely.

He looks over at before sitting in bed. "You should hurry up and finish," he tells me, looking towards my window at the closed curtains. He opens them and watches as rays of sunshine burst into the room before looking through the glass. "They'll be here to pick us up any minute now."

Vylad hasn't gone on many dates since he got into a relationship, so I'm beginning to understand his paranoia of wanting everything to be perfect.

To please him, I look around for my flip flops and hold them in the air, dangling them from my fingers before putting them on. He seems to ease down when I grab the bag and hold onto it. He follows me to my door and shuts off the lights, ready to wait downstairs with me for the other two to pull up.

Mom comes out with a happy smile and a small little basket of her own. I giggle though become confused as she gives me the basket. She looks triumphant with what she's doing, so I decide not to question it. However with the nod she gives Vylad, I can tell that he knows what's happening.

A honk sounds from outside, and Vylad quickly stands up. He gently kisses mom's cheek before dashing off towards the door. I take my time to properly say my farewells before I shut the front door.

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It didn't take long for us to go into the water. After a mini fight with Laurance and how he uses sun screen, we were out into the water with little problems. Our towels sat in the shade as they were accompanied by the two basket, one being large while the other was mom's. Vylad still has not told me what's inside, but I can take an educated guess and assume it's a sweet of some kind.

We weren't in the water for long before Laurance grew hungry and was lingering up the sand. He grabs onto the basket and waits for me to trot my way up to him. He looks at me with a smile and looks for a nearby picnic table. When he succeeds, that becomes his new focus as I'm forced to bring the smaller one.

"You look great in that swim suit," he tells me, eyeing me once again like he did all those weeks ago at dinner. Except this time I'm more exposed and can wrap my towel around me more claiming that I am cold. He frowns as he grabs onto my towel. "You don't have to hide," he says. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

I shake my head, folding the towel up slightly before placing it down on the seat. "Why don't we go tell the other two that it's time to eat?" I asks, smiling softly as I offer him a hand. He accepts it gratefully and nearly drags me down the hill to the two love birds.

When we go back up, Laurance has already managed to begin to put food onto the table with ease. He heads to the mini basket and looks inside, grinning ear to ear like a child in a candy store. "I love your mom," he tells me before showing off the basket. And indeed, I was correct. She had packed us sweets. I lift an eyebrow at him and remind him that she's married, and he shrugs. "You didn't let me finish. I love your mom, but you're my girlfriend."