[hr][hr] [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180904/d805c9ac984cc737db2ebaabcad73781.png[/img] [img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/c4944ae6dc77746cce4a1e3207daa3c9/tumblr_p2q9ntQGG51wk0p61o1_500.gif[/img][/center] [center] Location: Seaside/Baywalk > Beach House Interacting With: Richie; Brad; Everyone[/center] [hr] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uh_XBljQYTE]Nothing was going to top this feeling[/url], none that she can think of at the moment at least. The fresh summer breezing through her skin, accompanied by the calming smell of the sea. Jemima never felt so free. Considering that she's constantly under surveillance by her parents due to her heart disease, she couldn't contain her outbursting glee when they finally decided to allow her on this trip, but of course with the condition of Richie watching over her like a hawk on behalf of them. He made an disagreeing face the moment they made that announcement. Now she's pretty sure her brother was enjoying every minute that she's out of his hair, just for a couple of hours at least, to give him a break. [color=f7976a]"Oof, excuse me sir!"[/color] Jem gave a man who was crossing the path a small ring as she pedalled her bicycle against the breeze, wearing a huge gleaming smile and her pretty head up in the clouds, feeling the force of the wind against her skin, her hair, her [url=http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/kh5u3c-l-610x610-hat-tumblr-sun+hat-romper-belt-summer+outfits.jpg]clothes [/url] flowing with the wind while a couple of cloth bags hung to the handles, the ones that could not fit in the basket, which was also holding a bag over another bag. She was just on her way back to the house after her shopping. A lot of interesting things on sale at the closest board walk today, Jem was captivated by plenty of it, hence the bags and bags of goodies. She'd never done this on her own, not in this way at least. Or without an escort, a driver or whoever could watch over her. She was so caged in back in Brooklyn, she never even knew a feeling like this could even exist. [hr]At the beach house little did she know that Richie was lowkey anxiously waiting for her text, glancing every second. Good thing Bradley was there to distract him. Richie has already gotten used to Bradley's harmless flirting, doesn't mean he's gotten used to the feeling when he does it. Richie cleared his throat, snorting at Kim's comment and letting out a short laugh. He though he should play along with his game[color=7ea7d8]"Better work on it buddy. Who knows somebody here might just give it to you."[/color] He said softly and gave him a wink, but trying his best to be obviously shaking with nervousness as much as possible. Not long Jem entered the beach house lugging a bunch of shopping bags on her forearms, and a boba tea in one hand her pure but tired smile still across her face. [color=f7976a]"Hey everyone!"[/color] Jem greeted with a lilted tone, and walked towards the couch area where he dropped four bags of literal junk which revealed a bunch of small plastic printed pots, a set of paint brushes, a sun hat, four different types of bong and a miami novelty shirt to name a few. [color=f7976a]"Am I late for the party?"[/color] she noticed some had already started drinking [color=f7976a]"I was so taken in by my exploring. I took a walk on the beach, taking some pictures, visited a couple of cafe's and stalls nearby, among other things of course. Oh Gosh who knew the mere smell of the sea could give you this kind of high! Or is it just me."[/color] [color=7ea7d8]"Probably just you."[/color] Though Richie was kind of condescending, he was glad that his sister finally made it back, and in one piece.[color=7ea7d8]"And you did all that in the span of two hours?"[/color] Jem shrugs [color=f7976a]"It's not so hard when youre learning how to live it up."[/color] Jem squeezed herself with the rest of the gang on the couch, her elbow resting on her knee and a palm on her cheek. She looks at them delightfully, while casually sipping her tea. [color=f7976a]"Sooo. Whaddya all talking about?"[/color] she asked, unaware of this talk of D's and other things.