A Spring Break to Remember (IC-Mature)

Danielle watched out the small circular window, as the large plane landed after a short two and a half hour flight. She stood up, relieving her legs from a cramp that haunted her non-stop throughout the flight. Grabbing her small red duffle bag, she headed out of the plane behind the long line of passengers, and into the baggage claim area to grab her luggage. When her two light green suitcases emerged from the small tunnel, she grabbed both of the handles, and hauled them over to her side. She pulled them along towards a long line of people holding signs, and stopped as she came across a man holding a sign with her name written on it.

“Are you Danielle Palmer?” asked the man holding the sign.
“Yes, I am.” She said happily.

“Alright, right this way.”

The man took hold of one of her suitcases and led her towards his car.

The entire drive to the house consisted of Danielle bugging the driver with her questions about the city. As they pulled up in front of the house, the man sighed in relief, glad to finally escape further questions asked by her. She opened the car door before the driver made it to her side, and lugged her two suitcases, and duffle bag to the door.

“Welcome to Miami!” The butler standing at the door said. “Just inside you will find cards with your name on it, as well as a set of keys. When looking for your room, you will notice there are name plates placed upon them. Yours will obviously state your own name. I hope your stay here is truly relaxing; the others shall be here soon. When they arrive, I shall apply further instructions.” The butler said, as if it was scripted.

“Thanks.” Danielle smiled, and then walked inside retrieving the cards and keys with her name. She placed them in the pocket of her sweater, and pulled her luggage up the stairs closest to her, and finally coming across a door with her name placed on it. Unlocking the door, she threw her suitcases in, and looked around the room, her smile growing wider. She ran over to the bed, jumping onto it, and resting there for a few minutes. As she finally grew anxious to see the rest of the house, she hopped off the bed, and slowly walked down the stairs, still taking in her new surroundings. She walked through a pair of glass doors, and stood there staring out at the water, enjoying the warmth tickling her skin.

How did they manage to make airports so confusing and filled with people? Well, on second thought, the last one made sense. Matt smiled at his own folly and grabbed his bags. Flying didn't bother him. The airports did, and he was anxious to get out of this one and settled in at this place they were going to be staying at.
"Matthew Snow!" someone called and held out a sign, scouting through the mass of people. Matt turned and saw this man holding the sign, in the attire of a cab driver.
"That's me!" he said and shook his hand. The elderly man reached down to help him with his bags, but Matt shook his head. "Don't worry about that, I got it." he said and smiled. The man smiled back and nodded.
Once they were in the car, it was a calm ride. The elderly man asked a few questions and Matt was happy to answer. They talked about where they were from and where Matt was going.
"Thanks for the ride!" he said as he got out of the car when they arrived at the destination. Matt handed him some money for the ride.
"Thank you, but I've already been paid." the man said.
"I know...Keep it." Matt smiled and waved him off, heading for the door.

Inside there stood a butler in the massive entrance hall, and he approached Matt. He explained how the cards they were given worked, and a bit about their rooms. Matt took his keys and his cards and headed for his room. 'Matthew Snow' was written with golden letters, beautifully swung across a small sign on the door. As he unlocked it and shoved it open, he felt that rush in his stomach.
"Holy fuck..." he let out and his jaw dropped. Stepping inside, he swung the bags off his broad shoulders and onto the floor, next to the bed. This was amazing. It had everything. This place had everything! Matt couldn't help a smile and a small laugh as he lay down on the bed. After a few minutes, he heard his stomach rumble and then sighed. He didn't mind flying, but it always made him hungry.
The hall was empty as he went outside again and walked along it. The butler had said that the rest of the guests would be there soon. He shrugged and thought nothing of it. With a determined mind, he set off to explore this vast place and see a little more of it.

Dominique was having her typical morning before heading to the airport. She was smoking one of her cigarette's. Did she like to smoke? Not so much. Did she know the risks? Hell yea she did. Was she trying to quit? Well you could say that. Dominique always found it lowered her stress levels and she had struggled to have only three cigarette's a day. One after every meal. She was completely stunned that she had saved up so much money and now she could see spring break being nice considering it would be fantastic to have money and to have a nice house. She had one of the worst places to live. It was a torn down shack and a former drug house all though it wasn't much of former because her family members that lived there still grew drugs and all that. Dominique would never touch those and to be honest she was hardly at home anyway, it was a hell pit that she was suffocated in.

Dominique took one last drag and then exhaled while throwing her cigarette on the ground and stepping on it twisting her foot to make sure it was out and then she sprayed perfume on her a bit to mask the smell of smoke and then grabbed her bags and started to walk to the air port which would of course take a few hours.

Walking by many speeding cars and the rain just trickling where she was she was making progress on her way there and honestly, she could tell everyone would have more than one bag meanwhile she has one small suite case and a mini back back filled with things. Which ranged from quite a few different things to be quite honest. A few times bums would ask for money and she shoved them aside and continued on her journey. It was considered mean but it was her money that she had and she wasn't giving it up because really she was at that square, once and she had no plans on returning. After another fifteen minutes of walking she could see the airport insight and she started to run up to it.

After boarding the flight and it took a few hours the wheels were landing and she was there. After arriving she was making her way through the airport. Get her bags from baggage claim and then she started to walk past many people and on her way out the door. Upon going out the doors she found a taxi of some sort that was supposed to take her and on she went to the place she was meant to spend her vacation.

Arriving there she walked onto the grounds but was only greet by the butler. "Hello, m'lady. who might you be?" He asked. "I'm Dominique Andresen." She said and soon shortly she was told where everything was and she was allowed to go inside. Going inside she walked in and picked up her keys going to find her room, and shortly after she found her room and entered putting her bags inside and just shortly after that everyone had apparently arrived and she was basically herded like sheep into the living room and things were explained from the butler. Dominique sat there with her arms crossed and half listened to what the man was saying but she understood it all.

He left and then they were all able to do what ever they pleased and right off the at there was some drama. To ex's and then there must have been a sister that she could tell and she tried to make a note that it may be a bad idea to be around them, seeing as how bad things may end up and she better be safe than sorry. Honestly Dominique didn't have much to say to anyone and not much to do but maybe if she searched she could find a music room of some sorts but she hardly doubted it. Good thing she brought her guitar at least.

Not even twenty minutes did he get to roam around before they were all rounded up in a room. Everyone stood there silent as the butler spoke ever so politely. Matt listened closely but still couldn't help looking around at the people who were present, and wonder what kind of people they were.
Oh so we're allowed to leave as we please then? he thought to himself as he listened. Oh God.. Cars.. those cars, in the garage? For us to use? how could they afford all this?
Someone with a lot of money must be behind all this.

Matt was just about to move and perhaps approach one of them, as two people rushed towards each other. Siblings apparently. Brother and sister. They hugged and started talking eagerly as they sat down, but not long did they have to wait for the drama to set in. Another person there, Adrian, had apparently been involved with this - the brother - Dorián. Romantically involved. And suffice to say, it hadn't ended in a good way. Or so Matt guessed from the immediate (and loud) discussion that ensued.
"Guys.." Matthew started, wanting to cool them down. This was making everyone awkward here, but before he could get another word out they continued. It all ended in Dorián storming off into the bar area, and the rest of them left there to ponder what the fuck this was all about. Adrian apologized and walked after him, but a few minutes later Dorián came - with tears down his face - storming out of the bar as well. The sister to Dorián had to be feeling so weird right now. Matt would anyway, and by the look of her, she did. He felt a little sorry for her and gave her a slight, awkward smile before she went after her brother who had otherwise looked so inconsolable.

"Sorry about that." a voice rang. That was Adrian who'd come back to the group. Matt breathed deeply and walked over to him.
"Hi, I'm Matt." he said and shook his hand. He avoided commenting on what had just happened, as he didn't know these people very well. If it was going to cause a reaction like Dorián's, Matt would rather not speak at all. Yet he did anyway.

This was quite an interesting start to the stay in this amazing place, although potentially problematic. The two of them would have to make it work somehow, if this wasn't going to be very unpleasant.
It would really be a shame if one of them had to leave this place because of it. And in the wake of all this, Matt had a feeling that they'd probably get more than a few drinks tonight, to ease up the tention from today.
"Hey listen, if you want it or need it, I'll have a drink with you tonight." he said to Adrian and patted his shoulder friendly. "I would've bought it for you, but hey, that's not an issue here." Matt smiled and hoped the joke wouldn't peel off. If he could lighten Adrian's mood and maybe if he'd take him up on that offer, Adrian might feel a little better and actually come and have a drink with him tonight.
Matthew Snow looked around at the remaining people there and saw a quiet girl standing alone. He'd seen her with a guitar on her back earlier, catching a glimpse of her as she entered the mansion.
He caught her gaze and smiled at her warmly, trying to make a good impression. He really wanted to have fun and relax, but then again, Matt couldn't help the urge to go to the bar tonight and have a blast on this, the opening night. As always when he met new people, Matt was excited to get to mingle, but also a bit concerned of what they might think of him. He'd always had good experience with people, and always been the guy who was always there. And he was, always. Matt didn't do it for any particular reason, he just liked being a good guy. It's who he is, he just needed to hear it from time to time.
As he stood there for a moment, waiting for Adrian's reply, he found the coin in his pocket and picked it up. In the mix of the people here, Matt could see that he stood out in one way. Firstly, he was broad shouldered and muscular. Not because he worked out like crazy, but that was how he was built. And secondly, only one other guy came really close to his own height. He hoped it didn't have any effect on how they'd see him as a person. It shouldn't anyway.

Danielle quickly walked back through the doors as she heard voices coming into the main floor as the butler retrieved everyone from their rooms. She peered around at all the new strangers as she sat herself down, half cross-legged on one of the sofas.

Five thousand dollars, AND free alcohol?! Wow. She thought to herself, thinking this would be so much better than she thought it was, while listening intently to the butler.

After Phelix, their new butler, left, two people, whom have obviously already known each other, met up in the middle with a hug and began what seemed was catching up. Danielle shifted as Tension filled the room, and watched as a drama had already begun to fill out. She watched the two argue, realizing they must have been a former couple, Danielle wondered how that would turn out through the next few weeks.

As “Adrian,” the guy who had just introduced himself, made his way over to “Dorian,” a name she overheard him being called, Dorian splashed his face with the remaining alcohol left in his cup. Danielle looked awkwardly at the others around, as Dorian left with what seemed to be his sister running after him, while Adrian returned.

“Well I’m Danielle.” She announced after a few others.

Danielle smiled, excited for the days to come and relieved she was finally be able to relax.

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The pointed heels of Reader's shoes clacked against the marble flooring of the airport as her father's secretary blabs about the things she should remember while on her "vacation". What she must do and what she must prevent from doing. But as usual, she would rather not mind the long list of how she should behave. For once, she wanted to break free from their expectations. The very reason why she chose to accept this proposal for Spring Break.

Away from the pressure and into a place where she doesn't know anybody. A chance to reinvent herself and decide on what she wanted to do after she had just graduated from a four year course in Yale.

"Read, are you listening?" Louis asked when she noticed that she wasn't paying any attention. She returned her gaze towards the woman, covered by her sunglasses, and gave off a frustrated sigh. "Look, the plane is already boarding. I need to get in so that Dixie can get settled into our seat," She complained as she lifted her dog into her arms.

"Okay, okay, but don't do anything your father and mother won't approve," the secretary finally said. Dumping her pen in her bag and handing Read a list and her plane ticket.
"As always," She finalized their conversation so that she can get away from her. She quickly grabbed the paper and walked towards the boarding area with Dixie in her arms and her tote dangled from her left arm. She handed the stewardess her ticket and she was lead in one of the fine seats.

After a almost 3 hours of non stop flight, Reader was welcomed from the frigid weather of New York to the bright and sunny Florida. She instantly felt her skin glow from the warmth, something her skin has got to get used to and a few bottles of high SPF sunblock or sun tan if she wanted to survive.

"Madam James?" A man wearing a fine suite suddenly appeared at her side.

"Yes?" Her left eyebrow instantly rose and was very obvious despite the sunglasses and straw hat that covered a part of her face.

"I'm Charles from Villa Valentina. The service car is waiting, I have already managed to deal with your luggage." He politely answered. Giving Reader a satisfied smile.

"Very well," She let Dixie down and held her leash tightly as the dog walked as if it was familiar with the place. Sniffing around and it's tail wagging with excitement.

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Charles opened the limousine door for her as she was welcomed by the great faced of the Villa. Everything looked pristine and remarkable for her standards. She's been to a lot of expensive resorts and vacations but this will be her first alone.

"Just when I thought I've seen all guests, the board had quickly informed me of you Miss James. I'll be the butler in service Madam. I may sound like a broken record but I welcome you to Villa Valentina. This is one of the most prestigious estates in Miami Florida. You will be staying here for your spring break, and while you are here I must ask that you respect the property as well as respect each other. The computers you found on your beds are to be used to keep your online journals for each day you are here. The credit cards you obtained have a spending limit of 5,000 dollars, and the key cards with your name on it are for those students who are twenty one and older. It will give you access to the liquor bar which is located directly behind the kitchen. Simply swiping your card will gain you entry, but to ensure that there is no underage drinking, those without key cards have their DNA within the computer system and if they attempt to enter along with one who has a key card, that person’s key card will not work. You cannot bring alcohol out of the bar area, as the alarm will sound and it will lock down. The keys you have are for your room and the mansion front door. The back door works with a password which is located in a file on your computer. Now, I am Phelix, I will be your butler while you are here. Trust that I will not stay in this house, but rather in the guest house around back. If you get into a fight, please don’t try to kill one another, but I will not stop you from fighting, I’ll merely call the police. Transportation to any place you want to go is provided, though you can use your own transportation. A 2011 Ford Edge, and a 2011 Chevy Malibu are available to you, the keys are located beside the front door, and the vehicles are located in the garage. Once your spring break comes to an end, return all merchandise you’ve obtained, aside from the credit card and laptop which will remain yours forever. I do hope you enjoy your stay here and should you need me, simply pressing the button on the computer system on the wall will summon me.”

"Arf! Arf!" Dixie did the responding for her as her eyes wander around the vicinity and finally on Phelix.

"My, aren't you a cute one?" Phelix recognized Dixie's presence but didn't bother to bend down and pet her. +1 on Reader's book, no one touches Dixie without her permission.

Charles arrived shortly with saying that he had brought her luggage into her room. 2 for her and 1 for Dixie's needs. "Madam, here's your key and card." He handed her a key attached to key chain in the shape of New York and a credit card with her name on it. "We will let you do the hunting for your bedroom. If you need me, I will be a ring away." Phelix and Charles bowed and went their separate ways.

Reader tugged on Dixie's leash as she made her way when she heard someone shouting and few others talking. Drama already? She thought. She was hoping to find herself and meeting less people as much as possible, she was never the sociable type. People usually approach her, because most of the time they needed something from her. She has no one to call as her best friend, never did she called another girl in the middle of the night to complain about pimples or her period. Whenever her relationships fail, she sulk alone and goes back to school or work the next day- as if nothing happened.

But something told her to check what was happening with the other guests, Dixie thought of the same thing and started pulling on her leash towards the other people.

"Arf! Arf! Arf! Arf!" Dixie wagged her tail when they saw a few people who most likely knew each other already.

She stood there as the wind blew on to her floral green dress waiting for the other people to speak to her first.

Danielle waved at the new girl who had just walked in with a ton of bags, a dog, and a pretty little sun dress. Being a crazy animal-loving person, she jumped up from the couch and walked over to look at the little dog.

“He’s so adorable! Or she...” Danielle said to the girl. “By the way I’m Danielle.” She smiled then paused to listen to the message being played on the intercom. Going out on the first night? Danielle was definitely down. She looked back to the girl with the dog. “Well, I’m going to go get ready, catch you later!” She smiled slightly then scurried back up the stairs and down the hall to her room. As she walked into her room, she walked around just looking at everything, still amazed by how nice it was. Time to get ready. She thought to herself

Danielle first took a quick shower to rid of the gross lingering feeling she always got after a flight. Even the shower was beautiful! Danielle thought again to herself.

After taking a shower, she dried her hair styling it into effortless, messy curls, usually what she would always do. She thought about what everyone else was going to wear, having no idea of how casual she should dress according to.

5 minutes later, she finally decided to throw on a pair of black skinny jeans, and a loose black tank top with a few black sparkles. She pulled out a pair of shoes, and her gray jacket from one of the closets, and layed them across her bed. “Now for makeup.” She sighed and then quickly put on her usual.

When she was finally ready she pulled out the laptop that was given, and wrote her first entry inside her journal she was required to create.

Day 1

Well, I finally made it here. Love the room, love the house, love the weather, love the city, everything is so beautiful. So far I haven’t gotten to know anybody quite well yet, but they all seem pretty nice, maybe a little emotional. There’s already been a bit of drama surfacing in the first few hours between two guys, Adrian and Dorian I believe their names are? Well it should be a great couple of weeks, this house is just unbelievable. Anyways, tonight we’re going to some sort of party, at least I think it’s a party, but it sounds pretty fun, and I guess we’ll see how it turns out!

Danielle logged off the computer, grabbed her things, and headed back downstairs.

"Teddy! My man!" Agustos, one of the cooks in the bar, exclaimed when Teddy walked in from his life guard duty. He got off earlier than expected since Gregory arrived earlier, he dashed back to his uncle's bar "BLAZE" after he took a shower.

"The stock just arrived earlier and a couple of boxes of fine Tequila are still outside, you might want to bring them in." His uncle's head peered from his office when he heard Teddy's name being called.
"Yes Chief," He replied, calling the nickname he fondly uses for his Uncle- the only relative he has left.

Teddy seems like a laid back guy with his two jobs being a life guard and a bartender for BLAZE but in fact had saved a great part of his money so he could go back to school. After his short stint in the military, he decided to come back and not risk his life to pursue his dream.

Still without a shirt, he dropped his sling bag on the counter and went to the back to grab the remaining alcohol supply so he can start preparing before the customers arrive. Spring break meant more customers as well as more tips and more income and a wiped out body from all the work that needs to be done.

He wore his shirt before flipping the "OPEN" sign by the entry way as the bystanders came in one by one. A couple of bouncers stood seriously by the entrance as they checked the customer's belongings for weapons or illegal stuff. His uncle never tolerated drug use and violence in the bar.

After he has opened and re-stacked the shelves, he started mixing a few drinks for the early birds and watched as the people started coming in. A few women had already asked for his name and number, good thing Gregory had earlier given him strips of paper with Teddy's name and Gregory's number. It wasn't like he never flirted with the customers but Spring Break usually just brings him one night stands and a hell lot of hate text messages if he never returned their calls after that.

"Hi hottie, how about a blowjob?" A girl battered her eyelashes at him and handed him a few bills.

"Right away," Understanding the pun and the real meaning of what she meant, he handed her the drink she ordered and winking at her. She's pretty but not entirely his type.

After the girl who called herself Danielle introduced herself, Read smiled and introduced herself and Dixie. And shortly after, a voice was heard from the intercom about a party, something like a welcoming celebration. She carried Dixie into her arms looked at her dog and saw a tired look into her eyes, well she might as well enjoy herself while she's here.

Reader strolled into the house and looked for her assigned room. When she finally found it, she let Dixie free and sniff around while she used her key. Inside, her requests were specifically made just the way she likes it. Dixie quickly jumped into her bed, walked in a circle, scratched the covers to make her mark and curled up. Her luggage were already inside her room while it's contents were already lined in the walk in closet, Dixie's things arranged at the corner she requested for her pal and nothing missing. Looks like she's going to like it here all along. No stressful parents for a few weeks.

She removed her clothes, not bothering to close the curtains or anything. Walked in the closet in her birthday suit and eyed the clothes she brought, finally deciding in a spring break party stunner, a pair of shoes black earrings, a heart shaped pendant, a whirl of feathers for a ring and a clutch sling bag. Hoping she isn't overly dressed, she decided to take a shower and lathered her body with the shower gel she requested. The hint of lemon and cotton relaxed her as she used the loofah to clean her body. The fabulous scenery captured just outside of her bathroom window was equally stunning like the one in her bedroom.

She rinsed her body, and grabbed the cotton bathrobe as she stepped out of the shower. She did her usual after shower or bath ritual and dressed up. Before applying lip balm and a little bit of eyeshadow, she gathered her loose hair and formed it into a french bun.

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After checking her reflection one last time, she grabbed her phone and the credit card they were given and tapped a few things into her journal.

Day 1

Somehow the place looks relaxing but so drama has started to sizzle. I barely know anyone and I've only known a single name besides the butler and the driver who fetched me from the airport. Danielle, if I'm quite right earned Dixie's wagging tail but as of this moment I'm gonna just let my guards down a little bit- for the sake of knowing who to trust and not.

The view from my room is exquisite, maybe the best around the house. I wonder how's the kitchen. I'm hungry hope they have something to snack on before everyone heads off to celebrate.

Dixie's exhausted and all curled up in my bed. She gets to enjoy the soft covers before I did. It looks like she's going to love it here.

Will update soon.

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She swung open one of the huge refrigerator door in the kitchen to look for something to snack on. No one has shown up just yet so maybe nursing her grumbling tummy will help her while she wait for them. She has left Dixie sleeping in her room and prepared her bowl with dog food and water and brought out some toys she can play with while she's out with the others. She also asked Phelix if he can take her dog out for a walk if in case Dixie gets bored and started barking in her room.

It was packed with fruits, drinks, and a few other items but Read decided on an apple and some pre sliced celery and carrot sticks as she grabbed a jar of peanut butter and placed everything on the kitchen counter. Soon she was munching away while she waited.

A party on the first night? A smile crept across Matt's face and he looked at the clock. If he was to get ready, he better start now. Never had he been one to take a long time in front of the mirror, but he wanted to make a good impression. As he raised an eyebrow at the voice that came from the speakers, barely visible around the house, Matt shrugged and turned around. "Fuck... I'm down," he mumbled. The people who passed him by recieved a smile from him. The latest member of their little gathering here had been a girl.. with a dog. If he had a dog, he probably would have made someone look after it, even if he loved it to death. He wouldn't have brought it here.
He shrugged again and thought nothing more of it, that was her problem and not his to deal with. She seemed interesting enough though.

He caught a glimpse of the girl who had introduced herself as Danielle, when he followed her up the stairs. He turned right when he came up though, as she went straight ahead. Maybe that was good? He didn't want her to get the impression that he was following her. Matt went down the hall and crossed a small walkway of glass, suspended between two buildings. Matt's and the main house. He stopped in the middle of it and turned, looking out over the beach. The sun hit him in the face and lit his tall muscular figure up. "Wauw.." he said and made googly eyes. "This is amazing." Matt looked back towards the end of the hall he'd just come from when he heard someone there.
The decision to turn and walk into his room tugged at him though, and Matt slid his keycard through the slot and entered. The awe overwhelmed him once again even though he had seen the room earlier.
He undressed where he was standing and wrapped a towel around him, looking in the mirror quickly. He breathed deeply as he looked over his body. He had forgotten all the scars he had. Some of them from his childhood, playing with all his siblings. That reminded him of his brother James and Matt quickly thought of something else. Some of the scars were from a crash he been in, on a motorbike. It covered his shoulderblade and ended on his left shoulder. The tall man shook his head, wrinkled his eyebrows and entered the bathroom. He turned on the water and stepped inside.

Window opened, wrapped in a towel and with soaked hair, Matt stepped out of the bathroom and put on boxers. Then he opened the wardrobe and thought for a moment. He opted for a pair of dark jeans, a white t-shirt with a picture of a silver skull engulfed in flames along with several other things on it, and black converse. He dried his hair and did that as well, so that he looked acceptable. For some reason, his hair didn't settle until and hour after showering. Matt sprayed some deodorant on and did the last few things, and headed for the door. "Crap.." he said and spun around, remembering that he had to write something in his journal.

Day 1
This place is fucking awesome. Whatever we need seems to be here, and if it isn't I'm sure they'll acquire it somehow. There's already been a little drama. Two guys - who've apparently been romantically involved- and they didn't exactly get off on the right foot. Other than that, people seem very friendly here. I'm sure there's more under the surface than what they show though. One of the guys from the drama, Adrian, decided to throw a party tonight. Fuck.. I'm down.

Then he exited his room and walked down the hallway. The sun stood a little lower on the sky now, a nice warming orangy kind of glow. As he entered the kitchen, he heard someone down there.
"Hi," he said and nodded at the beautiful brunette who sat at the table. She had the most stunning eyes, and Matt had trouble to keep from staring. He heard his stomach rumble as he took the last step down the stairs, his foot hitting the floor with a heavy thump, and put a hand on it. "Oooh, is there anything good in here?" he said and walked past her, towards the fridge. Matt opened it and looked inside, trying to decide what to eat. "Oh.. I'm Matt" he said and leaned back to look at her.

“About fuckin’ time I got here.”

This thought arose from a man, with skin as yellow as the inside of a cake, standing out from the busy crowd, exiting through the doors of the airport with a cart of suitcases in a collaborative disarray of colors. Shades of Blue and Brown showed the most. Since the weather in Florida was warm, the man's earthly-colored tank top and khaki shorts were well adjusted.

Swerving around the other people displayed his impatience. He had been on two planes and desperately wanted to rest his feet. He searched for a sign or calling that could make himself noticeable. Finally something bright and aggressive caught his eye. The sight of his name written in black marker on a white poster board, held up high for the world to see. The man’s eyebrows raised in satisfaction from who was holding the sign?

In front of him was a woman in front of a light blue jeep wrangler with skin like an espresso, wearing a yellow crop top and dark blue daisy dukes. Her eyes were covered by dark sunglasses, while her hair, styled in a high ponytail, swooped down her shoulder in one curl. While this woman was shorter than him, he can admit that her body, not hidden under her loose top, was admirable.

The woman caught sight of the indie-attired man walking closer to her. Lowering the sign, she took several steps towards him, stopping face-to-face, and gazing to his gray eyes and getting a whiff of Bod body spray on his top.

“Are you Jameel?” the woman asked once she lowered her sunglasses to reveal her deep sienna eyes. Her words, accentuated in an island flare, interrupted the man’s daydream about her and his fantasies.

“Yeah”, Jameel responded, “that’s what my ID says.”

“Phew! What a relief. You aren't the first guy to walk up to me and say they were you.”

“Why the fu...”

“Don't ask.”

The woman raised her sunglasses again and hurried towards the back of the jeep, opening the trunk so Jameel could empty the cart. Her suitcases, all in light blue, were already in the jeep, but since she knew that she would be having another passenger, she had to keep the trunk cleared.

“I’m Kat, by the way.” the woman introduced with a light smile, “I’m the one you talked to on the phone the other day.”

“So you are Kat, huh?”

At that moment, Jameel struck a wicked grin to himself. This was the same Kat staying at the mansion with him.

“I hope you ain't taking me to some rundown apartment.” Jameel stated.

Kat giggled from Jameel’s sense of genuineness, or “realness” as she would say.

“No, the mansion is real.” Kat replied as she picked up a small brown bag of Jameel’s and tossed it over the trunk into to the back seat above her portion. “Large from what I've seen.”

“You don't know the nearest place to get some....weed do you?”

Marijuana or not, it was glad that he didn’t say cigarettes as Kat hated cigarettes.

“You are awfully straightforward.” Kat noted, while Jameel picked up a large suitcase with both hands and placed it in the trunk, making the jeep rattle by the strong impact.

“Well this is Florida isn’t it?” Jameel questioned, “I know they got some Cuban shit around here.”

“Well, I don’t see the connection with Cuba and Jamaica, but if you want marijuana, I’m the last one to get that. Now alcohol, I can arrange that, but I heard there will already be alcohol in the mansion.”

“Oh forreal?” Jameel further questioned.

“That's right. No need to bring your ID for buying alcohol.”

“It wouldn't make a difference. I'm not 21 yet.” Jameel admitted to Kat, while continuing to pack three more of his bags into the trunk.

“And you are sitting here asking for weed?” Kat asked before slowly shaking her head at him. A little let down that Jameel was older than her, especially by the sight of his muscular arms as he picked up his bags, but he was only one out of few men that could possibly be in the mansion.

After Jameel finished with his bags, Kat closed the trunk door and skipped towards the driver side of the jeep, waiting for Jameel, who just left the cart in the front of the airport. A little rude, but even Kat was impatient to see what the mansion looked like. By the few drips of sweat on his forehead from the hot weather, he was a little exhausted too.

Kat watched as Jameel steadily walked to the passenger side. Even Kat admired how he walked with his shoulders relaxed, but alternating on his sides, while his elbows switched forwards, as well as his somewhat arched back. Coming from the Virgin Island, she figured that’s how people from a different state strutted.

Once he reached the car door, Kat turned on the ignition, and instantly the slow vibes of Beyonce played loudly for the airport to see.

“Let’s get out of here.” Kat stated before putting on her seatbelt, unlike Jameel, before driving off, on their way to the mansion.