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"Whipped cream or chocolate sauce?"

All Carson did was stifle a laugh, peeking over his shoulder at his siblings that were playing in the sand. It was theirs and Kieran’s job to entertain them for the day, and they figured the best option was a full day on the shore was the easiest way out. “What? Are we making sundaes?” He teased, voice nonchalant as he ran his fingers along Alex’s bare thigh. “Hey, Lace, Lexie’s gonna make you a sundae!” Carson called over to his sister, grinning when he had a cursing Alex hitting him in the chest. Dropping his voice down to a whisper, he pressed his lips against Alex’s temple, kisses trailing down until he met her lips. “Whipped cream. Less messy, easier to explain, tastier.”

"I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me."

Laying back in bed, phone resting directly next to his head on the pillow, Carson only sighed at Alex’s words. “Yeah, and I miss touching you. God, we’ve only been apart a week.” Laughing breathlessly, he frowned almost immediately at the thought. How was he supposed to go any longer when he’d barely lasted a week? It sucked not having Alexandra around even just for the little things. This was a feeling he got every year after leaving the beach house, but there was something even worse about this time. It was more than likely that Alex would make cool new friends at her school, leaving Carson behind. And while all that sucked, there was also the fact that Carson couldn't kiss her anymore, run his fingers and his lips over every inch of her body, fuck for as long as they both could take. "I'll see you in, like, a month, babe. And I may spend a good amount of that time with my hands on you, so no worries."

"My thighs can be your earmuffs."

Carson pursed his lips, eyes wandering around the room to everywhere except the girl half naked in his lap. His hands were gripping her ass in either hand, pulling her against him. “It’s not really that cold… don’t think I need earmuffs, y’know?” He mused, not sure why he was joking about when all he wanted to do was make his girlfriend squirm and moan against him. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her underwear, Carson fiddled with the fabric, leaning forward to kiss her collarbone gently. “So are you gonna sit on my face or what?”

"Someone’s happy to see me."

[text] They know.

carson → alex: [text] who knows whatcarson → alex: [text] holy fuck does someone know i'm fucking you because that's no bueno my siblings are too young for that

[text] ARE YOU TRYING TO SEXT ME?

carson → alex: [text] ...is it not workingcarson → alex: [text] then no

[text] Make sure you’re alone- I don’t want anyone else seeing what I’m about to sent you.

carson → alex: [text] ohcarson → alex: [text] ohohohohohohoohohohohocarson → alex: [text] ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-)carson → alex: [text] i'm sorry i'm done now

[text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me?

carson → alex: [text] yes it is accept you brat

[text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM

carson → alex: [text] is this a lady craving thingcarson → alex: [text] give me ten minutes

[text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you.

[MSG]: She's kind of hot... you think?

carson → alex: [text] i guess?? idk i wasn't really paying attentioncarson → alex: [text] why? do you think she's hot?

[MSG]: I see you'll flirt with just about anyone.

carson → alex: [text] whatcarson → alex: [text] im ... rlly drunk carson → alex: [text] i think she wants to suck my dickcarson → alex: [text] she's in the bathroom n i dont know where i am

[MSG]: So that's your type, huh?

carson → alex: [text] not reallycarson → alex: [text] you're my fucking type alex jesus christ

[MSG]: I can't bear to see you with someone else.

[TEXT]: I'm sitting on our balcony drunk. And in my underwear. Our relationship with our neighbors may improve.

carson → lexie: [text] wtf no come insidecarson → lexie: [text] plscarson → lexie: [text] i dont want anyone else seeing you in your underwear

[TEXT]: Called Apple, my nudes are safe.

carson → lexie: [text] do i get to see said nudes

[TEXT]: That's a lot of judgement coming from a man wearing a dress made from a bedsheet.

carson → lexie: [text] it's a toga carson → lexie: [text] fuck you

[TEXT]: I know the wedding is going to be a good time, I don't have to wear a bra with my dress

first kiss.

Carson had known for years that his favorite place to be was lying with Alex, limbs tangled together in a sleepy mess. They'd ended up this way plenty of times. From when they were little kids and fell asleep on each other messily on the couch to then, nothing had changed.

Lately, the pair had been cuddling a lot more frequently. Whether it had been because there wasn't much to do with storms everyday, or because the realization that this was their last official summer together was finally dawning on them.

No matter the case, Carson was loving it. Alex's small frame pressed against him, her leg dangling over his and his arm draped around her waist. It seemed the only way they could get into this positions with peace of mind was by calling each other stupid names as they drifted off to sleep. Of course, Carson didn't care. He'd stick through any name calling if it meant he got to be close to Alex this way.

They'd slept through yet another storm, curled up into each other for warmth considering the power had gone out earlier. Carson woke up groggily, as he always did, curly hair pushed up from the way he was sleeping, eyes half hooded. Alex was stirring in his arms, but he didn't want her to pull away, didn't want to have to deal with the missing feeling. Tugging her closer, her back pressing against his bare chest, he nuzzled his face into her neck, taking a slow, relaxing breath. He knew everything about her. From what shampoo she liked to wear, to her shoe size, to every curve, mark, or scar on her body. The entire summer, he hadn't been able to shake the idea that they were perfect for each other, and he didn't want anyone else but her. But yet, he'd never made his move.

That had to change, didn't it?

He couldn't think of a time better than now, the two of them smiling in their sleep, joined together by a seemingly endless storm. His lips barely touching the skin of her neck, he felt Alex stir again, turning in his arms as her eyes barely fluttered open. There was a mumbled "hey, idiot," and all Carson could do was grin in response.

Worst case scenario, she shoved him away and freaked out a little. He knew their friendship was too strong for her to yell and run away, but that wouldn't keep things from being awkward for a while. Kissing when they were eight and kissing now we're two totally different things, but he needed it. Mainly, needed to show her how much he cared about her.

"Hey..." He trailed off, eyes tracing over every feature on her face, ones he could only truly admire when they were this close. "Lexie?" He murmured, pulling his hand away from around her waist to slide it onto the back of her neck. He rarely called her Lexie, it was a nickname saved for emotional moments. Once he had eye contact with the girl, he inched closer, pushing her messy hair out of her face and leaving his hand resting against her cheek. She was so tiny in comparison to him; his palm covering her entire cheek and then some. Alex was staring wide-eyed up at him, obviously unsure of what was happening. But it was too late to back out, and quite frankly, he didn't want to.

"Wanna kiss you... Can I?" He whispered, eyes still drooping. This was something so nonchalant to him since it was a thought he'd been having for ages. However, it seemed that Alex hadn't blinked, and could barely get a small nod out, leaning in barely an inch.

♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

"No fucking fair!" Alex huffed out, crossing her arms across her chest. She was always a sore loser.

From the kitchen, Mrs. Lynch yelled out to the girl that was just like her own daughter, warning her to watch her language, just for the kids' sake. For the most part, Alex was able to hold back her cussing around Carson's siblings, but not like this. Not when Carson was sitting beside her, kicking her ass at some bullshit child's game that she should win easily.

"What are you talking about?" Carson retorted through a fit of giggles, leaning back  into the couch as he bounced Lacey on his knee. The two of them were a team, playing against Alex and Gavin. Carson took first pick, knowing Gavin's attention would waver, and with Lacey on his side, they'd kick ass at any game.

High fiving his little sister, Carson sent a smug look over at Alex, nudging her with his knee "Maybe next time, babe," he muttered, leaning over to press a kiss to her neck, but was only met with her shoving him away roughly and groaning. 

♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

carson → lexie: [text] if you send out one more snapchat about your fucking “beach fun” in your stupid fucking bikini and your great fucking ass i’m going to throw a fucking fitcarson → lexie: [text] either that or just fuck you

ϟ: There’s a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go? 

Who knew that after eighteen years of perfect summers, the last one— and most important one— would be ruined by an insane hurricane that was coming their way. It was a bit of a exaggeration, as they’d only been on hurricane warning for a day. At first, it didn’t change much. They still got to hang out, except rather than being on the beach, they had to stay crammed in the beach house. For long periods of time, it was enough to drive anyone to the point of insanity.

Both their families had gotten together in the Lynch beach house, simply so they could ride out the storm together. The kids played, the parents laughed and drank, Alex’s brother groaned and was seeming to wonder why he’d even decided to go on vacation. 

Whereas Alex and Carson had gotten so fed up with being cooped with every annoying family member, that they’d sneaked out— stupidly, considering the storm had already started headed towards them, and even the board walk was just a huge puddle, along with the rain pouring down on them— to rush towards the Meyers’s beach house. The one that was entirely empty. 

Pushing through the door, shaking and cursing and cold, Carson couldn’t help but laugh. “Worst fucking idea we’ve had. I don’t even have extra clothes,” he shook his head at his own stupidity, afraid to move past the doormat and drip all over the floor. Chewing on his lower lip, there was a moment of hesitation before he decided on his next bold move. Pulling his soaking wet shirt up and over his head, he left it by the door, moving on the shake his head, similarly to a puppy, to get rid of excess water. 

✆ for a morning text

carson → lexie: [text] i had to run out early, talking gavin and lace out to breakfastcarson → lexie: [text] knowing how late you sleep, i'll probably be back before u even wake upcarson → lexie: [text] but if not, i'll see you soon :-)

♔ for an angry text

carson → lexie: [text] you're such a bitch, you know that? i can't believe you actually thought i would be okay with you fucking abandoning me like that

♠ for a drunk text

carson → lexie: [text] yooooooooocarson → lexie: [text] i wanna cuddle youcarson → lexie: [text] and kisscarson → lexie: [text] whoopsies did i say that

⁇ for a worried text

carson → lexie: [text] alex where are youcarson → lexie: [text] shit it's been hours and you didn't even tell me where you were gonna becarson → lexie: [text] fuck fuck fuck please call me 

♣ for a text not meant for you

carson → lexie: [text] u think if i get really ripped girls will like mecarson → lexie: [text] that wasn't meant for you but an answer would be appreciated anyway

✺ for a saucy text

carson → lexie: [text] so on a scale of one to ten just how opposed would you be to me fucking you until you scream tonight?

☢ for a desperate text