“You two look perfectly comfortable sharing blood, sweat, andsandtogether.”
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes sarcastically. “Yeah, let’s go. It’s not like we have anything better to do.”
Yana tags me and speeds to the ocean.
I look at Zara and shrug. We both start as well, and I can slightly make out Matt and Luca miles from shore.
Starting Volleyball might just have been the best decision I've ever made. Living at the beach in Australia with four amazing people as my roommates, all while pursuing my dream? I might just be the luckiest girl in the world.
Does it ever get annoying?Absolutely.
Living with four extremely different people who are everything but normal is a full-time job.
But does it ever get boring?
Never.
We all met in a volleyball summer camp five years ago, and we decided to all go pro together. Now at nineteen, we are pretty successful volleyball players in Queensland, Australia.
And we are the epitome of best friends.
We all share a huge apartment .
Although Matt and Luca might argue about thesharingpart.
Zara, Yana, and I basically run the apartment.
W e generally have a good life going.
“Hey guys, how’s the water?” Yana swims toward Matt, dunking her head under the water the momen she’s deep enough. I slowly walk in, getting used to the temperature.
“ A mazing. You should join me here .” Matttries grabbing her waist, and she dodges, laughing.
“In your dreams, Matt. I’m only here because Tillybean forced me.” She splashe s me.
“ Sure, becauseI’mthe one who basically sprinted inside you , witch.” I splash her back.
“Luca, why’d you do that!” I turn and see Zara glaring at Luca, soaked.
“What? No one was splashing you. I thought you were feeling lonely.”
“Funny, that's the second time someone said that to me today. ” She glares at Yana.
“Glad you enjoy my humor,” Luca smil es at her.
I love this beach so much.
I remember the first time I came here after moving from my hometown. I was absolutely gagged. The water is a stunning shade of turquoise, and the sand is basically white. The sunsets here are absolutely gorgeous, and they are the reason why we don’t usually leave the beach until it’s pitch black.
I make us stay until the colors have dissolved into darkness, because it feels so wasteful to admire the beauty of it.
“Who is hungry?” Matt asks after we get out of the water.
All of us are wrinkly and shivering.
“Why are you asking Matty? Offering to cook?” Yana is sharing a towel with him, while Zara and I a re huddled together. Luca doesn’t believe in ‘human heat sharing’.
His words, not mine.
