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"I took a pill in Ibiza," Rachel sang as she sat her bottom down in the depressing red and stained plane seat, "to show Av-"
"Oh, Rachel! For the love of God, stop singing that song it's all I've heard all morning." Rubina, her sister and my other best friend says lifting her eye mask to send her a glare, her green eyes boring into her sister's matching ones.
I lightly smile at the pair and tuck my light brown hair behind my ear.
"I'm sorry, I'm just excited!" Rachel claims. She looks over at me with an look of desperate encouragement to get me on her side. I hold my hands up with a silly smile and she laughs, rolling her eyes. "Come on, you old farts."
"Hey! We're barely four years older than you!" I chuckle.
"Exactly!" Rachel responds. Rachel is 19 and as her birthday present, her mum is letting her tag along on holiday with me and Rubina. Not that I mind - Rubina and Rachel have been my friends for years! "I mean you're doing a puzzle on a plane for Christ's sake, April! Watch Netflix like us young folk!" She shows me her is iPhone and I see she's watching an episode of 'You'.
"Hey, leave my code breakers alone! They keep my mind young." I lightly hit her with my black and white checkered puzzle book. "I enjoy them."
"Ok. Ok. Math nerd."
I jokingly roll my eyes in reply to make her laugh. She sits back and stretches her legs out. I instantly feel jealous that she fits in these seats so easily, and isn't cooped up and feeling crushed like I do with my tall near-six-foot frame. I was put in the aisle seat so I can at least lay a leg out into the aisle until someone trips over it and I get a telling off.
Once the plane landed, everyone was eager to get off. The plane was full off young adults ready for the sun, the strip and the sex. It was a long wait outside the airport for a taxi to our hotel. Finally after an hours wait a white taxi with a cross hanging from his wing mirror pulled up.
"Señoras, where we going?" The driver says giving us a flashy smile as he very clearly checked us out. He's in his late forties and wearing a blue, pastel orange and pastel green stripy button up shirt with the top three buttons undone, exposing his thick curly black chest hair. He's also wearing a white snapback backwards. I assume in an attempt to look younger.
"White Sands Resort por favor." Rubina responds, effortlessly speaking the very few Spanish she knows.
"Yes ladies!" He flashes Rubina a white toothed grin and chews on his gum messily. He gets out the white car and pops up the boot. Without struggle he gets our bags in and invites us into the cab. I get in behind the passenger seat - as there is more leg room - and Rubina behind the driver and tiny Rachel in the middle.
"So Señoras, looking forward to a good holiday?" He asks, looking at us through his mirror which I notice has a cross hanging from it.
"Si." Rubina replies shortly as he continues to check us out through the mirror. "My sister has just had a birthday." She says in a almost threatening manor, suggesting Rachel is younger so it stops him from looking at her.
"Ah! Ibiza is a great place for a young lady celebrating. But you girls be careful now, some tourists can be very... er... extraña." He says, lowering his tone and focusing his eyes on the road.
"Strange?" Rachel corrects him, curling her finger around her light blonde hair, oblivious to the driver checking her out.
"Yes." He responds, indicting onto the highway.
"Well so far the tourists haven't been the problem." Rubina says through gritted teeth, staring at him intensely.
I hold in my chuckle. "Rubs. Chill." I whisper, placing a hand on her thigh.
She lays back in her seat. "Who's idea was it to get the early flight?" She sighs, rubbing a hand over her eyes.
"Er you?" Rachel scoffs, looking up from her phone. "You said you wanted more time to neck some pills and party."
Rubina smirks. "Sounds like me."
I chuckle at her. I don't mind her taking the occasional party drug. As long as she's safe and makes sure not to take too many or take them from someone she doesn't know. I've been known to take the occasional pill if I want to unwind but they leave me with a really bad next-day-downer.
"Can I try them?" Rachel asks, immediately making Ruby and I share a glance.
"No." Ruby responds instantly.
"But you are."
"She has a point Ruby." I eyeball her with soft eyes. "She needs to know the risks first."
Rubina sighs. "Fine but only if I check it out first, I know this shit."
"How?"
"I go to Newcastle University. I know more about drugs than my degree." She laughs. I can second this. The amount of times I would visit and we would end up fucked up in a club in the middle of Newcastle.
"Fine. I'll check everything with you first. Walter White." Rachel sasses, rolling her eyes at her older sister.
I can't help but chuckle and then notice as we pull up to the hotel. The entirety of outside is full of young people. I feel sorry for any older tourists here just trying to spend part of their retirement away. The hotel is beautiful. Tall and white and extremely modern, with tall black gates standing around the hotel like soldiers.
Rubina goes to check in as the queue is long as Rachel and I grab our bags and pay the driver. We catch up with her at the front desk.
"Names?" The blonde receptionist asks, giving us a smile.
"April Harvey. And my sister Rachel Thomas."
Rubina answers for us whilst pointing towards us, hearing our sweaty pants and chesty coughs.
The receptionist types into the computer, her pastel pink fake nails making a satisfying tap on the keyboard. She looks from the screen to us with a smile. "Here." She hands us three keycards and a leaflet about when breakfast times are. "Your room is third floor on the right."
"Thank you." I reply with a grin, whilst grabbing my bag and dragging it towards the lift. "God, I might have a nap first."
"Me too!" Rubina yawns.
"Come on guys!" Rachel whines with slanted eyebrows. This is her first holiday, whereas it isn't mine and Ruby's. We know the importance of sleeping before we go out so we don't crash later.
"Rachel it's 10am." Ruby smirks, almost looking at her with admiration.
"So? The bars open." Rachel points at the pool edge. We look out the glass lift to see she is right. And it has a long queue.
"So it is." I say, not really surprised. I yawn. "We won't be long, alright?" I add.
Rachel sighs, puckers her lips and playfully nods like a naughty child.
I smile. "Okay, nap until 12, explore, get drunk, suntan on the beach then later get ready to party." I compromise.
Rubina nods. "I can survive with that."
"Good, cos' we will leave you in the room and go entertain some fit Spanish pool lifeguards." Rachel teases, elbowing me lightly so I giggle and play along.
Rubina smiles for what feels like the first time in forever. "Fine," she drags out her word. "I'll have some Espresso Martinis. I'll text you when I'm on my way down so one of you can queue and I'll take over when I'm down."
I chuckle as I exit the lift towards our room. The hotel room was basic. A double bed in the centre and a single bed a metre away pushed up against the wall. A huge ceiling-to-floor wardrobe standing behind the door with a safe in and a kettle with a few tea bags and coffee
sachets.
It's basic, but we aren't expecting to be staying in the hotel room much at all. Just to wash, change and sleep. Maybe not even sleep; we are three single girls after all.
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After a quick nap, Rachel and I leave the hotel, leaving a note for Rubina for when she wakes up. Rachel leaves for the bar and takes some Euros whilst I look for seats or sunbeds. I finally came across four. I place all the towels and bags on what would be Rubina's sunbed, and lay down on the furtherest leaving the middle one for Rachel. As she's the youngest, we tend to keep her in the middle of us two. We've done it since we were young to protect her, I guess.
"Hola señorita." I look to the left of me and see six boys. All standing above six foot tall with ridiculously toned abs. The one who called for me lowers his sunglasses to check me out.
"Inglesa?" He asks, licking his lips.
"Si." I reply, my cheeks heating up and blushing at his beautiful brown eyes glancing up my body.
His smile widens as he nudges his mate next to him and says something in Spanish. His mate looks over at me with a matching expression.
"Welcome to Ibiza." He grins, smirking at my nervous expression.
"Here April," Rachel hands me a glass.
"Thank you." I take a small sip. Half 11 and already starting on the drink. I'm on holiday after all. And I'm young. Let's me have my fun.
"April?" The mention of my name makes me look up at the hit stranger. My name rolls perfectly off his tongue like my name was made just for his pronunciation. "Who's this?"
Rachel's cheeks blush up. "Rachel." She tucks her hair behind her shoulder whilst pulling her bikini bottoms further up so they tuck between her cheeks. "What's your name?"
The boys notice this and looking around each other, smirking.
"Well Rachel, my name is Javier and I quite like the look of April. A lot." His gaze averts back to me, checking me out as I stretch out on the sunbed.
My cheeks redden again as I try to hide my smile.
Rachel giggles as she takes her seat in the middle, balancing her phone and glass in one hand.
The boys talk amongst themselves as Rachel and I chatter. She places her earphones in and lays her head back and I do the same. Thanks to the heat, the sun and the vodka, my body felt content and happy. I found myself dozing off.
After a while I feel my legs being rubbed. I open my eyes lightly, holding my hand over my eyes to protect them from the sudden change of light. I see Javier rubbing sun cream into my legs.
"We don't want you burning Miss April." He says working his hands up my calves and to my knees. I bite my tongue as I almost feel a moan of pleasure coming up. I've been on my feet for the last 15 hours practically or cramped up in a plane. It felt good. I don't want to moan in front of him incase he gets the wrong message. His hands reach past my knees and his fingers lightly stroke the inside of my soft thighs.
My eyes shift from his hands to his eyes. He's already watching me, and winks.
I look over at Rachel and see she's sat up on her sunbed talking to one of the boys. I could tell by how she is sat that she is clearly flirting with him. Pretty sure her bikini top wasn't that revealing when I fell asleep.
She smiles and winks over at me as she notices Javier's hands on me.
"Hi Guys." Rubina appears looking less tired, snapping both our attention to her.
"Hey sis, how you feeling?" Rachel asks. "I've only just seen your text."
"It's fine. I can see you guys are busy." She looks amongst the boys and throws her dark brown hair over her shoulder. "One of you boys going to let me sit down?"
Immediately two of the boys jump up off the sunbed that was hers. She thanks them and breezes past them to sit down, admiring their abs first.
"There's a third one?" The one talking to Rachel says whilst looking at either me or Javier.
"Hey girls, Dylan says that there's a new bar opening tonight that is members only. He was wondering if we wanted to be his guests tonight." Rachel tells us, flirtatiously placing a hand on his bicep.
I smile as Javier stops and gives me another charming wink. He gets up to walk to the bar. "Can't see why not. What do you think Rubina?" I ask her as I class her as the most responsible one, despite the drug-taking.
"Why not?" She shrugs, laying back on the bed and letting a little hum of pleasure. "That sun is amazing."
I agree with her as I grab my hair tie to pop my hair in a bun with to stop the sweat gathering on the back of neck from ruining my hair.
"Here ladies." Javier returns clutching a tray of nine shots. He hands everyone one each, his fingers lingering on top of mine for a brief moment before pulling away to make a toast. "To new friendships!"
We clink the plastic shot glasses together and knock them back.
