Snippet #1489347

Bryson followed everyone throughout the airport and into the shuttle, then to the hotel. It was a long trip that they were taking just to get to the hotel, and Bryson was getting anxious and bouncy. They all moved upstairs to the fifth floor and Bryson set his bags on the bed closest to the balcony, and the back of the room. They were all going to the beach other than Ritz who wanted food.

He moved into the bathroom once the other guys were done changing, since the girls decided to poke their heads into the room, letting the people out in the hallways get a full look at them. Bryson didn't care who saw him, but he guessed he'd probably get into some trouble if he was flashing the people walking down to the elevator. Before he got into the bathroom, he could hear all of them talking about how he'd take the longest because of his hair. Bryson poked his head out the doorway before changing and said, "All I hear is, 'man I'm so jealous of Bryson's sexy hair and face.'" He chuckled to himself and changed into his swimsuit and flip-flops. He couldn't wait to get out into the warm weather and jump into the salty ocean.

He began to do his hair, but then realized that everyone was making fun of him because of the time he took on it. "You know what..." he mumbled to himself. He threw the comb into the corner of the counter and messed up his hair. "Let's go children," he yelled and ran out into the hallway and moved down to the elevator.

When Bryson finally got down to the beach, he looked around for Amy who had already moved down to the beach. She wouldn't be too hard to find. They were in Brazil, so she was deffinately standing out against the majority dark people. He moved up behind her and grabbed her shoulders. "Amy! Come swim with me. You can tan later." He ran ahead torwards the ocean, ready to have a good time swimming in the ocean. That didn't happen too often.