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"Well," Louis says in a groggy voice when we wake up the next morning. "It's our last full day. What should we do?"

"What do you want to do today?" I reply. I'm the worst at making decisions.

"No, no," he says. "You're the guest of honour. What do you really want to do before we leave tomorrow?"

I try think about it. I'm so tired I can't think of anything, to be honest. What have we done already? Toured Hollywood, walked around downtown Los Angeles, went shopping... The beach! That's something we haven't done yet!

"We haven't gone to the beach yet," I suggest. "I'd really like to check out the sandy beaches. And I know there's a lot in California."

"You are quite correct," he says, grinning. "I know I few nice ones. I'll make us some breakfast, we'll get all ready and we'll spend the day at the beach."

"Perfect," I smile back at him.

We both roll out of the bed and stand up. I throw on an oversized t-shirt and some shorts and throw my hair into a messy ponytail. I follow closely behind Louis out into his massive house.

"I'm going to shower is that alright?" I ask, making sure.

"Go ahead," he replies. "I'll make breakfast while you're in there and it'll be all ready for you when you get out. Fried egg sandwiches good with you?"

"Perfect!" I beam before heading off to the main bathroom.

The bathroom was white, clean and huge. Absolutely ginormous. I've seen smaller restaurant bathrooms. There were three sinks lined up on a counter with a big rectangular mirror on the wall above it. There was a toilet, shiny, pure white like everything else. There was a shower stand in the corner with the translucent walls for a bit of privacy. And right next to the shower, underneath a window was a free standing bathtub. A bubble bath in that thing could relax me so much I'd probably fall asleep. And of course there were other things around the bathroom that really tied the room together, towel racks, cabinets, shelves, the whole lot.

I walk over to the shower stand and gently remove my loose-fitting clothing. I put the items in a hamper beside the shower and proceed to remove the elastic from my hair. I put the elastic on the sink counter and step into the shower. I turn the glass knob to start the warm water. It pours over my head and onto my back. I stand in the water for a few moments before grabbing the shampoo and squirting some onto my hand.

I finish my shower within the next five minutes (only stopping to sing to the shower head a couple times) and wrapped a towel around me. I cross the hallway back to the bedroom and open my suit case, searching for a bathing suit that I packed and some other clothes to put on over.

I decided on a black bikini because it was on of my favourite bathing suits I own and just because it's black and almost everything I own is black. I also picked out a white t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts to go on top because I thought it would be cute if you could see my bathing suit through the shirt.

I put the clothes on and proceed to throw my wet hair into a messy bun at the top of my head.

I close the bedroom door after I'm dressed and follow the scent of cooked eggs and buttered toast to the kitchen. I seem to have perfect timing because as I turn the corner to the kitchen, Louis is finishing up the sandwiches and bringing them to the dining table. While bringing them over, he looks me down and takes in what I'm wearing. "Well don't you look like a real Californian," he says, raising an eyebrow.

"Why thank you," I say, bowing dramatically. "At least I'm dressed, though. You're still wearing your boxers."

"I've been making breakfast!" he protests, sitting down at the table and gesturing for me to join him. "I'm gonna shower and get dressed now in a bit."

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