Fan Fic
Sun, Sea, Seductive Spain
Part 1
© Sophie Simpson
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�Daddy!� I called in my sweetest tone.
�Yes?� came the tired reply. �Are we there yet?� I asked, my tone dropping. My dad sighed. �Yes Sophie. We are there!� he said as the jeep turned into the airport car park. Finally. I thought to myself. The Jeep rolled up beside the curb next to the sliding airport doors, and myself and mum clambered out as graciously as possible. I stood on the pavement as mum pulled our suitcases out of the back and set them on the ground next to me, before my dad pulled away to park the car somewhere. I felt around in my pocket and found my sunglasses, and slid them on one-handedly. I flattened my blonde hair back into my ponytail and tugged at my tracksuit bottoms, which had fallen below my slinky hips, revealing the waistband of my underwear as I wrapped my Animal Hoodie around me with my other hand. I couldn�t wait to be in Spain with Leah, Jazz and Charlotte, who I was meeting over there (they had flown over with their parents before me) I looked at mum, who was fiddling in her bag, when I felt someone bump into me. �Hey!� I cried indignantly. �Sorry.� A husky voice answered, and I whirled around to see some tall, muscly teenage boy slouching off, carrying a suitcase following what I believed to be his parents. I growled to myself and my mum tutted. The annoyance of getting up at 2am and travelling for four hours was still apparent. �Don�t get in a huff Sophie. We have two weeks of sunny Spain to look forward to!� Mum cried, smiling at me. I found it impossible to stay mad, and found myself smiling. Dad rushed up to us, panting, and smiled. I let myself be led to the gate by my parents, staring round at all the tired people, waiting for planes or people on them. I heard a small child shouting and looked ahead. I couldn�t believe it. Rude-boy was boarding my plane, and had just gone through the Metal-detector-arch-thing. His younger brother was pushing at his legs and shouting about something, and he turned around in my direction. I realized he was actually quite fit, and I smiled. Large hazel eyes, blond-tipped brown hair, a pair of luscious lips and a chiselled face all contributed to the package, and as he straightened up I realized he was very tall. He must have been about 6 foot two or something - I love tall boys so much - they make me feel all safe. My parents laughed and joked with the guards, as you do, and walked through the arch. I sighed and followed, and suddenly, a loud alarm emitted from the machine and a flashing light from the top shone. I blushed, and the guard stepped forwards, holding out a small tray and asking me to �remove any metallic items, keys, jewellery, loose change.� I dug out my house keys and blushed again, dropped them in the tray, and walked through the arch again, joining my parents, who were hurrying me on and tutting. I walked with them through the air conditioned tunnel into the First Class section and followed an Air Stewardess to my seat behind my parents. I looked out of the window to the people below, all rushing around in bright orange jackets talking into walkie talkies. I remembered that soon I wouldn�t be able to make out a house from the height, and winced - I had strong Acrophobia. Someone slipped into the seat next to me, and I sighed-bound to be some fat old woman or some 40 year-old man tap-tap-tapping at his laptop. I looked - and gasped - rudeboy. *note to self -stop calling him that.* He caught my eye. �Hi.� He said. �Hi.� I said. �Look mummy, it�s that girl who set off the flashy thingy!� a young, childish voice shot out - his brother was looking through the gap between our seats from behind us, giggling. I blushed furiously, and FitBoy *better* turned around. �Shut up Jake.� He said in his deep throaty voice. �Oh just cos you said she was fit Charlie!� Jake cried. �Jake! Charlie! Be quiet!� their mum snapped. Charlie (cute name) turned back around, and I saw out of the corner of my eye that he was blushing. After a while, the plane jolted into movement. �Passengers-this is your captain. We are expecting a smooth flight with no turbulence seen; we should arrive in sunny Spain at about 10am. A light breakfast will be served at 9am�� I felt waves of sleep begin to wash over me, and I pulled my CD walkman out of my bag and began listening to my music. Soon I was asleep and dreaming of the villa. �Er, excuse me�� I was being nudged. �Mmfphf�� I said. �Er, I'm sorry, but-,� �Mummy, I don�t want to go to school today�� I moaned. �Er, that�s ok, you�re on your way to Spain, but could you stop sleeping on me?� I snapped to life and my eyes sprang open. I sat up, and looked to my side. Charlie was looking at me. �Oh my god�I�m so sorry!� I began, but he held up his hand. �Don�t worry about it.� He said, smiling awkwardly and looking away. I sank back into my seat and blushed like a tomato, wishing the floor would open me up and suck me down right there and then. �So, um�when you�re not sleeping on people, what do you get up to?� I heard him ask. I turned to look at him, and saw he was smiling. I felt really stupid as I squeaked: �Oh you know this and that, parties and clubbing and stuff�� �Cool. I�m Charlie by the way. I tried to ask you your name earlier and that�s when I realized you were asleep on me.� �Oh for gods sake. I said I was sorry, can�t you just stop bringing it up?� I snapped, and folded my arms. �Ooh! Don�t get in a strop!� he mimicked, folding his arms as well. �Oh be quiet, you!� I snapped. �Oh, be quiet, you!� he snapped, mimicking me again. �Urgh!� I cried, and got up, setting my CD player down on the seat and storming off to the toilets. Once inside, I looked in the mirror and winced. I washed my face quickly and patted my hair down with water before stepping out again and finding my seat. I turned completely to the side and fell asleep again, and this time when I woke, the plane was still. �Come on darling.� My dad said, walking past my seat with mum. I rubbed my eyes and got up, squeezing past Charlie. I felt his feet knock hard into mine, and felt myself falling. I landed in his lap, almost falling into the aisle, but his strong arms were around me, and he stood up. I wriggled out of his hold and stood on the floor, straightening my clothes. �Oh, so no thank you then.� He said, handing me my sunglasses. �What? You tripped me over!� I protested. �No I didn�t, why would I?� he said innocently. �Just thank him darling.� My dad said loudly, smiling at me and then at him. I looked at Charlie with my most evil glare. �Thank you.� I muttered, looking away. �Pardon me?� Charlie asked, bending down towards me. �Thank you!� I shouted. �You�re welcome.� He grinned. I turned and pushed my father forwards and off the plane, through the tunnel and into the airport. I could already feel the Spanish heat on my skin, and thought to myself as I followed my parents towards a coach that would take us to our resort. The resort was a large collection of big villas with pools and huge bedrooms, and we had been there twice before. The driver took my luggage and put it in the boot with the others, and I noticed a familiar looking rucksack. �Hey�isn�t that-,� I began, but a familiar voice interrupted. �Charlie�s bag?� Charlie said. I just ran off to the stairs, not believing that I would have to put up with him staying at my resort. I quickly clambered aboard the coach and plonked myself between Mum and Dad at the back. I spent the whole trip wishing that they would not be near us on the resort when- �Villa number 6.� Dad announced. �Well hey there, Villa number 7!� a friendly voice said. A tall man sat in the seat in front of us with a kind face shook my dads hand and introduced himself and a blonde-haired woman with sparkly blue eyes as Mr Pat and Mrs Vivian Simpson. My dad introduced us all, referring to me as Princess, his pet name for me. �These are our Hoodlums. Jake and Farley.� �Dad!� �Sorry, Charlie.� Oh.Dear.God. They were in the villa next to us and mine and Charlie�s dad were already striking up a �we�re-so-alike-we�re-gonna-spend-the-entire-holiday-together-and-force-our-kids-to-play-with-eachother-and-our-wives-to-moan-to-eachother� kind of friendship. Great. The coach stopped, and we waited until the crowd had got off before getting off ourselves. Little Golf-cart type mobiles were situated next to the registration office to get families and their luggage to their villas, and my dad leant against the desk in the office with Charlie�s dad as they sorted out the keys and forms and stuff. My mum stood talking with Charlie�s mum Vivian, and Charlie stood messing around with his brother. I felt out of place as I stood, wrapping my chewing gum around my finger and sighing in a teenage-like way. �Ha ha, it!� Jake cried, rushing towards me and tagging me on the leg. I gave him a sardonic look. �Charlie, what�s wrong with her face, why can�t she smile?� Jake asked Charlie, who roared with laughter. �Oh shut up you immature twat!� I yelled, and stormed off over to my mother. I tugged on her sleeve. �Mummy, when are we going?� I asked. �Oh stop being a baby and go over there!� My mum shouted, surprisingly annoyed with me. She whipped my shoulders round and shoved me back towards Charlie and Jake, and I stumbled. I felt myself begin to fall and prepared myself for the descent. �Oww!� I moaned as I pulled myself up from the floor. I heard giggling and turned to face the boys, but surprisingly, only Jake was laughing. Charlie gave him a light thump on the shoulder and bent down to help me up. I took his hand hurriedly, and pulled myself up confusedly, the Spanish heat not helping the burning feeling that my blush was giving me. �Are you ok?� he asked me. �Fine!� I snapped, and turned away. �Okay,� said my dad, coming over, �We�ve got all the keys sorted, er, the man said the villas are sort of split into two apartments, the downstairs and the upstairs. Sophie honey, your mother and I are going to take the downstairs in ours, and er�youandcharliewillbeupstairs.� �Excuse me?� I asked. Unless my ears had deceived me, my dad had said that me and - Oh God. �You and Charlie will be upstairs in our villa.� Blushed dad. �Charlie and Jake�s older brother will be joining them tomorrow, and they thought they were going to have to be squashed, Jake, Charlie and Brian, all in one bedroom, but I offered the second bedroom in our upstairs.� My jaw flopped open like a fish. �You don�t mind do you pet?� Pat put his hand on my shoulder, smiling at me. I shook myself to life and tried to repress the steam threatening to shoot from my ears, and fire from my mouth. I put on my fake smile. �No of course not sir.� I smiled sweetly. *My dad always made me call men I didn�t know �sir�* �Aww so formal!� Pat cried. �Call me Pat.� �Ok.� I said through clamped teeth. �Ok, so let�s get going!� My dad cried, and pulled me by my hand over to the Golf-cart things. Pat loaded mine, Dads, Mums and Charlie�s luggage into the overhead storage, and I slid into the passenger seat. �Hey, backseat little lady!� my dad grinned. I looked up at him, daggers shooting from my eyes, but he just grinned cheesily at me, and I jumped up and slid into the backseat, slid further along by Charlie as he sat next to me. The Simpsons loaded their luggage into their Cart and started it up, followed by my dad, and we set off towards our villa. As we travelled along the grey tarmac roads, a breeze floated up from the coastline which �shhhed� below us, the beach hidden beneath the cliff that stood 10 metres to our left, guarded by a fence. I felt slightly more relaxed as the breeze lifted my hairs from my face and flew around my neck, giving me little goose bumps. The villas were built against a sturdy cliff, cut into its surface, and I looked up at the sun beating down on them. We passed several wrinkly, turkey-like old people, walking in the direction of the beach, and I laughed to myself. �Sun Protection Factor 25, check.� I thought to myself. We pulled up at the villa which was ours, and my dad stretched his arms out. �Villa sweet Villa!� he shouted, and Pat, Vivian and Mum all laughed at him. Myself and Charlie just smiled politely, and I stomped up the stairs to the door. Mum shoved in front of me and unlocked the door, and I quickly hoisted up my suitcase and ran upstairs with it, snatching the key from mum. I reached the top of the stairs and opened the door, shut it behind me and leant against it. I heard a thumping sound coming upstairs, and a voice shouted. �Hey! Let me in!� It was Charlie. �Er�no!� I shouted back sarcastically. �Oh Soph stop being a baby!� he yelled. That last comment struck a nerve. �I am not a baby! You�re treading on thin ice if you want to get into this apartment!� I yelled. �Okay okay�Listen, I�m sorry about being mean to you earlier and embarrassing you, please let me in!� he pleaded. I thought to myself for a second. �Okay, wait right there.� I cried, and grabbed my suitcase, wheeling it into the biggest bedroom, I took out some random clothes and threw them over the bed. I walked coolly back to the front door, and opened it. Charlie stood there, looking flustered, holding his suitcases. �Come in.� I smiled sweetly, and he followed me into the apartment. He walked into the room next to mine, closing the door, and I sighed and carried on to my room. I looked around and let out an excited squeal. As they thought adults would be staying in here, it had a huge, King-size bed, a balcony with doors leading onto it, beautiful, coloured flowers in a vase on top of the table at the foot of the bed, and a huge dressing table and mirror. *Staying here could just be fun!* I realized I was still knackered, and walked over to the bed. The heat was immense, so I decided to sleep on top of my duvet, just removing my clothes and sleeping in my matching, purple lacy bra and pants, loving the feeling of the breeze floating in from the sea playing on my skin. I thought. Two days until my birthday!!! |