Morgan's POV-
"Blake!" I exclaimed annoyed.
Blake is one of my best friends. He was my brother's friend first. Blake has golden brown hair, and a dark shade of golden eye color. He is 5'9, tanned and just finished high school.
Blake and my brother Alex are the popular boys that every girl wants to date.
Alex has dark brown hair, and brown eyes girls say they could just melt into.
The radio was blasting and I was trying to get my phone back. I was texting Tyler; this really cute boy and Blake just took my phone.
''Morgan!" Blake mocked, "Please let me see what my little sister is texting to who? So is this boy athletic?" he questions.
I roll my eyes at how he calls me his little sister. Blake's just one of my best friends. I don't mind being called my first name, Morgan but I like Alice or Ali better, because my full name is Morgan Alice May.
But no one calls me Morgan only my mom and him; my ex-best friend.
We're driving to New Smyrna which is where my families beach house is, my family along with Zayn's family live in Bradford but, we along with Zayn have a beach house in New Smyrna.
This summer my brother, Blake, Maysa, (one of my best friends), Olivia (one of my best friends), Ryan (one of my brother's friends) and me were heading to the beach house this year. All together six people. My parents let us go by ourselves.
"Ali! Do you have anything you want to tell your brother?!" My actual brother, Alex asked, putting on an over protective face.
I pretended to think then said, "No!" and then snatched my phone back.
The rest of the ride we were singing to the radio, talking, laughing and jumping around in our seats.
We reached New Smyrna and when we passed the house I once shared with Zayn my smile faded, as memories of Zayn and I past my mind.
Alex put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me into a hug, and Blake put his hands on my knees.
Alex and Blake are the only ones to know about Zayn. When we got inside I grabbed my laptop case, my purse and ran up stairs. I lay on my bed and began to cry.
Blake's POV-
As soon as we reached the beach house Alice grabbed her laptop case, her purse and ran up stairs. To where I am assuming as her room.
I never meet this Zayn guy but for his sake he better hope I don't, he hurt Ali who is one of the most amazing, kind, loving, funny, outgoing girls you'll meet.
I grabbed Ali's luggage put it in her room without her noticing me enter. Then I ran downstairs got my luggage brought it into one of the spare rooms in the house.
As I walked back into Ali's room I noticed a clear, beautiful voice ringing out.
Ali was singing and playing her guitar on the balcony. Ali has the voice of an angel.
When she finishes, I speak up, "That was beautiful Ali, just like you. So please don't cry cause then I'll cry," I pause and then continue, "And a manly, buff, handsome, amazing man like me can't cry, I have a reputation to keep you know," I say jokingly.
She laughs and stands up. I tell her to change and meet me down stairs so we can hang out at the beach then go to the board walk.
She nods, then kisses my check and mutters a,"T-thank you."
I stand up kiss her forehead and say, "Anything for you."
She just smiles and I smile back and with that I walk out of the room.