This Dream Isn't Done

“This is exactly what I needed,” I smile to Sammy.
“I love the beach!” She exclaims.
“Me too,” I reply.
“Too bad we came during Spring break,” I sigh.
“Why! There’s hot men!”
I chuckle, “that is true.”
“Maybe we’ll get lucky this trip.”
“Yeah,” I laugh, “thanks for convincing me to come.”
“Of course.”
We continue to suntan when I feel sand kicked up at me and I sit up to see a volleyball beside me. I grab it and look up to see a guy running over to get it.
“Sorry about that,” he says and I hear an English accent.
I smile, “no problem.”
I toss it up at him, getting a good look of him and I see how hot this guy is. I watch as he throws the ball back to his friends and turns back to me.
“I’m Josh,” he says and holds his hand out.
I smile as I take it, “Ashlynn.”
“Nice to meet you,” he says and I nod.
“Hi there,” I hear and remember Sammy.
Josh looks over at her, “hey!”
“Sammy,” she says.
“Josh.”
She smiles and looks at me, “I’m going to head back to the room.”
“Okay.”
“See you in a bit.”
I nod as she grabs her towel and bag and leaves.
“Mind if I join you?” Josh asks.
“Please,” I smile and he sits in the sand.
“So, where you from?” He asks.
“Maryland,” I reply.
“Nice,” he says.
“You?”
“London,” he replies.
“That’s awesome!”
He chuckles, “yeah. Here for Spring break?”
I shake my head, “my friend just wanted to take a trip and it happened to fall into this time.”
“Ah,” I he says.
“You?”
He nods, “I was kind of forced down with my friends.”
“Bummer.”
He shrugs, “I guess I can meet cool people. Could be worse.”
I smile a little. I stay on the beach with Josh for a couple hours until his friends want to head off.
“Want to meet up tomorrow?” He asks.
I give him a small smile, “I would, but I’d feel bad for ditching my friend.”
“She can come, too,” he smiles.
I hesitate, not sure if Sammy would want to. I sigh, pushing the hair from my face and I nod.
He gives me a place to meet and we part ways. I head into the hotel and I see Sammy has showered and is watching TV.
“Shouldn’t you be out partying?” I joke.
She smiles, “who was that cutie?”
“Some guy from London,” I smile.
“I noticed. So, what about Alex?”
“Alex who?” I ask and she grins.
“He wants to meet up tomorrow,” I tell her.
“Oh?”
“You want to come?” I ask sitting on the bed.
“Hm,” she says thinking, “I think I’ll hang back on this.”
“Why?”
“Let you have a Spring Fling,” she winks.
I laugh, “yeah, right!”