After all that had happened, my head was spinning. The next few days were less eventful, at least when it came to sex. The boys hung out for most of the time, playing basketball, volleyball or any sport people were playing. The girls were going shopping a lot. We only had one week left, and it felt like the time was going way too fast.
Meredith and Ben's parents had been taking boating trips up and down the coast with their friends, which meant that us kids were alone at home a couple nights. We mostly watched movies at night and hung out at the beach during the day. We made a couple of friends, some other kids who were on spring break as well.
I've never been one to sleep late, but the rest of the group were into sleeping until at least 9:30. This gave me lots of time alone to think about what was happening. I woke up around 7:30 one morning, way before anyone else. The parents were out overnight, so I was all alone with my thoughts. Sitting on the balcony overlooking the crashing waves and white sand beaches, I meditated. What was I doing? I knew I wanted Meredith, but my heart was torn. Did she love me too? Or was this all some weird side effect of breaking up? Was she just on the rebound? So many questions, very few answers.
The next people to wake up were Morgan and Meredith. They were both into cooking, so they immediately set about to making some type of breakfast souffles. I was still sitting out on the balcony when Morgan came out.
"Are you okay?" she asked
"Hmm, oh yeah," I responded, snapping out of my deep thoughts, "How'd you sleep?"
She smiled and answered, "Wonderfully, these beds are just heavenly. What are you reading? " she motioned at the book in my hand.
"Oh, this? It's nothing fascinating, just some reference material for a programming library. For most people its a total bore, but for me its a real page turner."
Morgan just sort of chuckled and changed the subject. She came and sat down next to me on the wicker couch. We talked a little about ourselves, seeing as we didn't really know each other that well. Turns out we had a lot in common. She was a big video game player, and we shared an interest in a few titles. After a little bit, Meredith came looking for Morgan.
"Morgan? I thought we are making souffles?" Meredith said, and I could read a little bit of annoyance in her voice
"Oh yeah," answered Morgan, jumping up, "let's take this into the kitchen," and motioned for me to follow.
I followed the girls into the kitchen, sitting down at the bar in front of the kitchen, where Meredith was playing a Lana Del Rey album on her phone. Now would be a good time to mention the Mer loved Lana Del Rey, mostly because of her independent, very feminist, personality. I also like Lana's music mostly for the vintage sound, and noticed that was something we had in common.
"So do you have a boyfriend, Morgan?" I asked, trying to get a little more background on her.
"No, actually. I'm not exactly popular with the boys." I found that hard to believe, since what I'd seen of her she was a funny, cool kind of girl. She had beautiful green eyes, long wavy auburn hair, and a nice smile. Her body was very different from Meredith's. Meredith was a thin but curvy beauty, Morgan was a petite, small woman. I couldn't believe that any guy in his right mind wouldn't be interested in her.
"Oh quit lying to him, Morgan," Meredith interrupted my thoughts, "you know that every boy you know wants to have you. She just plays the hard to get role very well, so well no one can get her."
My mind wandered off, thinking about the two beautiful girls in front of me. Today was a very absent minded day for me. Morgan broke me out by turning my question back on me. "You must have a girlfriend, you're kind of cute and really smart."
I gave her the standard response. "No actually, I don't. It's just too hard between school and work. I really don't have time to dedicate to a girl, so it wouldn't be fair to her to be in a relationship with me."
"Thats so sweet and considerate. Meredith did you hear that?" Morgan was interrupted before she could could get a response from Meredith, as her phone started ringing in their room. She excused herself to answer it and Meredith and I were left in the kitchen.
Meredith waited until she was out of earshot before she spun around and said "She's definitely hitting on you."
"No, I'm sure she's figured out about us already. She wouldn't do that to you, you're her friend." I wasn't entirely sure that was the truth.
"I wouldn't be too sure Tom," Meredith responded quickly, "Meredith likes drama. I love her, but she's been known to cause trouble. Plus, if she figures of about us, she might tell Ben."
"Really?" I asked puzzled
Meredith just nodded. This could be a very interesting situation. I put it to the back of my mind for now. We ate breakfast, which was delicious. The girls had really outdone themselves this time, it was fantastic. I helped them clean up afterwards, and we all decided to head down to the beach.
The boys were ready first of course, so we went down to the beach, which was about 50 feet off the front of the place we we're staying. We were horsing around, being your average 19 year old boys. Ben had brought a football and so we played around with that for a while, passing and catching, chasing and tackling each other. In the meantime, the girls had come down, and boy were they looking spectacular. Meredith was wearing a white bikini, which reminded me of the Lana Del Rey song Off to the Races, in which she mentions a white bikini. How did I remember that? Well because that song happened to play while we were in the kitchen getting ready for breakfast. Morgan was wearing a bright blue top with a nice green bottom, something very beach themed.
Ben of course didn't really care, seeing as one of the girls was his sister, but Micah and I were noticeably impressed. I guess the girls noticed because they both began to laugh. The girl's main purpose for this vacation was to lay out. Ben and Micah also shared a desire to do something of that nature. I on the other hand, detested laying on the beach for long periods of time. I think I made it to 15 minutes before I got up and ran into the ocean. I decided to go for a swim.
Once I got in the ocean, I had a chance to think again. I decided to simply swim up and down the beach. What was I going to do about this situation? Could I really keep things going with Meredith? I wanted to, but it had to be done right, and Ben had to know. What should we do about Morgan? I had no idea whether she would cause trouble, but Mer seemed to think she would. I decided that I was going to call my friend Celeste later and ask her advice. Celeste always knew best. Thats a saying we used to use in our classes. The girl was a veritable genius, and could solve almost any problem, both in programming and in life.
My train of thought was once again derailed by Morgan, who'd swum out to where I was swimming up and down the shore, about 20 yards off the beach.
"So I'm guessing you like swimming?" Morgan asked "You've been at it for almost 45 minutes."
"Yeah I can't take the laying around, it drives me crazy." I responded, stopping and beginning to tread water.
