Page 64 of Dream On, Liar

My eyes drifted shut.

The breeze cooled my skin, the sun warmed my face, and for the first time all week, I felt my body beginning to loosen.

Maybe I could sleep for twenty minutes.

Maybe thirty.

I was halfway there when cold water hit my face.

I jerked upright.

“What the hell?” My sister stood over me, grinning, a handful of seawater dripping from her fingers.

“You're supposed to be guarding our stuff.” Removing my glasses, I wiped my face with both hands.

“From who?”I pointed vaguely towards the beach. “The nice lady sitting waaay over there, or the guy who hasn’t stopped building his giant sandcastle since we arrived almost an hour ago?”

She glanced behind her.

The woman in question was sitting several feet away, peacefully reading a book and making absolutely no attempt to come within ten feet of our belongings, while the guy beside her had built what looked like his own sand reenactment of two castles at war.

My sister shrugged.

“Someone could’ve sneaked in and taken our stuff.”

I stared at her.

“What stuff? All we’ve got here is some snacks, your mediocre brownies, and phones.”

She kicked my side then. “It’s my birthday. You have to be nice.”

“I was nice to you last year.”

“Oh really? When you started a water fight with ice cold water? Or when you farted in my face before I started a forty five minute long meeting?”

“No,” I started. “When I helped Oliver sneak in your presents, and helped him through you a surprise party. After which I had to sit for three hours as we watched some mindless documentaries.”

Oliver rolled his eyes as he dropped next to me.

“Coming from the person who watches Horror movies as comfort movies,” He started dryly. “I think we take your opinions with low regard.”

“Point is, I was nice.”

Raina sighed, taking her own place between Oliver’s legs. “No, the point is: you’d make a lousy security guard.”

Sliding my glasses back on, I rested my head back onto my crossed arms. “I’ll take that out of the running then.”

Two pointed gazes snapped in my direction. “What does that mean?”

I shrugged, not exactly in the mood to talk about it.

A second later, my sister reached over, her nails grazing my skin as she took my sunglasses off. “Hey!”

“Seriously,” Oliver spoke first. “What does that mean?”

“Yeah. Are you joking, or having a crisis?” Raina spoke before he could finish properly. “With how you’ve been this week, I seriously can’t tell.”

“What if I said it was a mix of the two?” I replied, stretching out my hand for my glasses. “Give them back.”