As you may know I went on a trip to my best friend's beach house, I was so excited to go, i had everything i needed packed - and a few things I didn't really need - basically I just couldn't wait for a break!
The first 3 days were so fun, me and Rebecca met so many people that we gradually became friends with I suppose. There was the posse (a group of guys around our age who would ride around the camp site on their bikes - very lame but i must admit, the attention they gave us was flattering), then there was Adam (A friend of Rebecca's sister who seemed really nice... and had amazing abs - I mean what!?), We made names for all the cliques that we saw there, for example, 'Legs', 'The Droppers', 'The folks', and many more. And of course, last but not least, Quinn. Although I am almost certain this isn't his real name I'm going to call him by it anyway.
Me and Rebecca met him at the wharf one evening while we were finding the courage to jump in (there were sting rays there so it wasn't easy). He came over with about 3 kids and basically he just looked perfect. He didn't look douchey like all the other guys at the camp, he was dressed casually and didn't mind to be seen with his younger sibblings. I would say it was love at first sight but I only started falling inlove with him after he started talking when I realised he was actually really funny. Me and Rebecca were swooning over him - which may sound like the typical problem of 2 friends liking the same guy, but we knew neither of us would ever really have a chance with him. So after jumping into the water with sting rays and grazing our knees on the wharf we went past the posse who talked vaguely about something to do with liking us and then went home to obsess over this amazing sex god who goes by the name of Quinn, we saw him many times after that, i would say by coincidence but I don't think walking by his tent purposely really counts.
Anyway i'm rambling WAY to much about this and losing sight of the point I was trying to make - Basically we were just having a really great time. But then the 4th day happened and I woke up to an immensely sick feeling in my stomach and had to run to the bathroom to puke. This went on for the next 12 hours until I couldn't take it anymore and my mother had to drive about an hour to come pick me up. We then drove back home while i vomited for the 4th time that day.
Besides puking, the trip home wasn't too bad and after an hour I was back home in my bed - The beach house was great but there really isn't anything better than being reunited home in your own bed when your feeling sick.
After about 15 minutes I had fallen into a deep sleep, thank god for that.
Today hasn't been nearly as bad as yesterday, the only thing i'm suffering from is dizziness and a horrible case of missing Quinn...
Anyway I hope you found it enjoyable reading about my misfortunes, I guess I just felt the need to share about it although most of it was me talking about Quinn haha. Hope your all doing well,
Love always xxxxxxx
