I swear, right now, everybody thought I was crazy. And they were right. Before they could even blink with their eyes, I’d jumped out of the car and taken a run, a long, very, very long run, for the sea. Well, climbing the stairs is good for you. By the time I’d reached the water, I saw Mila on top of the dunes and she made no attempt to join me. Don’t blame her, the water was freaking cold. Tonight, we’d suffer from the cold as well, but who cares? Suddenly, somebody wrapped his arms around me. “Come on, you’re going to get cold little girl,” Harry said. “Two thing: Don’t call me like that and you may let me go. I won’t drown.” I look at Mila, who look with a far too interested look in her eyes at a dead jellyfish. Far too interested. Harry took his chance and dragged me out of the water. “I don’t like you, you know that?” I said. “Watch your tongue, or do you want me to start again with…” He put me down and started tickling me again. “Mila, help!” But no, the great friend she is, she joined him. When they finally stopped, I felt sand EVERYWHERE. “Gatverdamme,” I murmured, while I tried to wipe some sand off, but didn’t succeed. It was hopeless. Well, I would have some time to take a shower at Davina’s. But I still wanted revenge. Innocently I bended over to ‘pick up a pretty shell’. Instead, I grabbed a handful of sand and when Harry didn’t pay attention, I dumped it in the back of his shirt. “You!” he yelled. He was as socked as I was, so it couldn’t be comfortable.

“I’d hug you, but, what the hell did you do?” Davina asked. “Long story short: they tortured me.” I pointed at Harry and Mila. “Well, good to see you too again,” Davina laughed. She hugged Mila. “Can I take a shower before we leave. I don’t feel like walking around like this all night,” I said. “Sure, you know the way.” I grabbed my bag, picked an outfit and dumped the rest of my stuff in her room. I dressed warm, because it would be cold tonight. When I was done, I dumped the complete content of my bag on Davina’s bed, because I was looking for a particular sweater to take. “You know we have to sleep there tonight, don’t you?” Mila asked. “Yeah… But, then we do this.” I dumped everything on the floor. “Now it protects us from serial killers as well. They’ll trip and break their neck before they can come to us.” “You’re crazy,” Mila sighed. “But I found where I was looking for.” I held up the sweater. “Yeah, you’re still crazy.” I shrugged. “Whatever.” I folded my sweater and put it in my bag. “Time to go.”

Notes

Because I really can't focus on anything right now ;)

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