#megea

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the school trip, selene believed, had bonded both of them even more so that a sleepover to ‘get back into the habit of things’ was a dire necessity. before the door is even open all the way, selene is already flashing megan a smile and making her way over to the other’s bed, as if this is her own dorm. flopping on the older’s bed, selene had already discarded her hoodie, snapback, and overnight bag. 

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“hey, meg,” selene says, coming up to the other who is currently sunbathing on a beach towel. a smile is stretched across her face, and she’s carrying an assortment of tools. the wind whips through her short hair, and she lifts her own sunglasses to shoot megan a look. her eyes are filled with excitement, and she can barely contain it as she shifts from foot to foot.

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“hmm, I wish we could live here forever” her matte red lips stretch into a dreamy smile as her blue eyes look far into the distance. Standing like this on wet sand with the wind in her blonde hair felt great. she let her eyes fall shut to embrace the moment “ I’d love to live on the beach side, winter or summer to be honest, maybe after school…i’ll find myself a beach house somewhere, that or get hooked with someone who owns a beach house.” a sly grin is followed up with a playful glance “ you own a beach house, Sel?”

selene shifted her gaze from the strangely calming waves to meet megan’s own. a similar smile stretched on her lips before she laughed and answered, “good luck, meg. i’m sure with your looks you could find anyone who would be willing to buy you a beach house. but, me and a beach house? no, i don’t have one, but i sure do wish sometimes. all i have is an empty castle in the middle of the woods.” she mutters the last part kind of soft and covers it up with a laugh.

Nami is busy playing with Meg’s phone, just randomly tapping against the screen and being amazed with how the picture moves within the rectangular screen. 

She hears Meg say something but she couldn’t properly decipher it except for the word ‘deal’ So, she just nods, smiling as if there’s nothing wrong about it. 

“why, thank you. that was my goal.” 

no, he’s not sulking. and no, he’s definitely not taking it out on a student. in fact, he’s smiling. that should count for something, right? he’d fallen asleep thinking about rose again. honestly, that girl should get herself out of his head.

“ then stop looking in the mirror so much” A side glance followed shortly by a mutter of words that wasn’t exactly her whispering to herself and she realizes that a few seconds too late. Alarmed she turns to him, hands held up defensively “ That was my out loud voice, wasn’t it? Crap-i mean shit- sorry sir that was in poor taste or wasn’t it in any case I am now rambling and you obviously did not sign up for a rambling student of yours so I’m going to shut up. right. now.” and her fuschia pink lips purses into a thin line, the pad of the index finger pushing up her glasses as she adjusts the glass of spiked pineapple juice. Ah yes, the seaside, a glass of heavenly drink and the air of thick, awkward silence between yourself and a teacher of yours.

Perfect.

he didn’t mean to complain out loud. it’s different when one grows up in a place where the sun’s too scared to shine. but he isn’t the first one to apologise, so that’s fine. he’s not going to admit he was looking at rose through the mirror he had held up -- or explain why he has a mirror in the first place. discretion is key in situations like this, so he makes waving notions with his hand, as if to dispel it. he smiles, too, just to seem friendly.

summer sentence starters: accepting!

rei turns her body slightly in the direction of the oh so concerned megan. she gives the other student her usual, unfazed glances before she stares down at her own attire: a plain white t-shirt loosely hugging her thighs and flipflops, at first glance she doesn’t look like she’s about to brave the beach. underneath, however, is her two piece and shorts.

“You are only a bit taller than me right?” The question was directed at one of her cabin mates, Meg. The others left to do something and left the two to cure their boredom, although usually Ophelia would suggest something sexual but she thought better of it at the last moment. She had a better idea in mind, anyway. 

“We seem to have pretty different styles, wanna try on each others clothes?” She asked before standing up from laying on one of the beds, which weren’t hers since she was downstairs. Strolling over to the wardrobe, she pulled out various knitted swimsuit covers, denim shorts, and sundresses than proceeding to throw them on the bed with a smile. 

“Pick anything you want, I’ll even style you if you want.” She smiled sincerely before picking up a dress that usually was quite feminine on her but with the former’s body it would look extremely sexy. “Oooh, try this on. It will look so good on you.”