[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190626/b60ac888b66e27b4d93035fd9d7fe5cf.png[/img][/center] [center][h1][color=#FFC309]♪[/color] ♬ [color=#FFC309]♪[/color][color=#FFC309]♪[/color] ♬ [color=#FFC309]♪[/color][color=#FFC309]♪[/color] ♬ [color=#FFC309]♪[/color][/h1][/center] [center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/36b649b0e41faf2984d06ba809011303/tumblr_ovctus2iMX1tfc407o1_250.gif[/img][/center] [center][h1][color=#FFC309]♪[/color] ♬ [color=#FFC309]♪[/color][color=#FFC309]♪[/color] ♬ [color=#FFC309]♪[/color][color=#FFC309]♪[/color] ♬ [color=#FFC309]♪[/color][/h1][/center] [indent][color=#FFC309]『[/color] Matt threw his canvas bag into the boat idling next to the shore before climbing in, cursing as the boat moved under his feet. He didn't like the sense of instability it gave him and he fumbled for the side rail, grabbing on and holding tight as the boat moved away from the shore and sped to the aforementioned party island in the distance. The sea wind whipped his long hair into his eyes and he sneezed as the wind passed him by. Damn, if he got a cold right now...that wouldn't be a good idea at all. [color=#FFC309][b]"Fuck this."[/b][/color] He muttered, cradling his headphones tight as he braced for the boat's bumpy ride over the endless waves. Matt was looking forwards to the party, as he always would look forwards towards a social event and free drinks but the journey there was starting to sicken him and he leaned slightly over the edge, trying hard not to throw up. By god, what kind of dad rented out an entire island for his daughter? If only he had a dad like that. Well, he [i]did[/i], kind of, but...Matt shook his head and jammed his headphones on over his ears, lighting up a cigarette even though it kept extinguishing itself and trying to move his mind into thinking something more positive. The ocean waves were impossibly blue to his eyes, rolling itself over and punching back down with a cascade of white sea foam following. He remembered childhood days on the beach and building sand castles that would inevitably be washed away by the water. And that was why the ocean freaked him out. As much as it rolled his stomach physically, it also made him nostalgic for better days...and that would always lead into a spiralling sense of no self control. Such a feeling that Matt would never openly accept in himself again. Not after what happened a few years back. When the boat finally pulled up to Rachel's Island, swaying crazily in the breeze and landing with quite a crash onto the sandy surface ([color=#FFC309][b]"Fuck, why in the world do you [i]insist[/i] on making life hard for me?"[/b][/color]) Matt climbed out, staggering slightly on land before he righted himself and moved to get his bag. The captain of the ship gave him a disgruntled look as Matt keeled over, dry heaving before he went to heft his bag over his shoulder, struggling a bit with the weight of it all and pretending to look more macho than he really did. The captain rolled his eyes and crossed his arms around his chest. Honestly, with the whole haggard look that the captain was currently rocking, Matt reckoned that he was a living zombie devoid of any empathy. [color=#FFC309][b]"Look mate, I'm sea sick okay? No need to give me those eyes. By god!"[/b][/color] He made a quick imitation of the look the captain gave him before he gave him a salute and slapped some cash into the captain's hand. [color=#FFC309][b]"You should really stock those paper bags airplanes have for puking. I'd give you a 5 star on Boat Yelp for that...If there's such a thing. ANYways, adios!"[/b][/color] Matt lifted up his hand in a drunken wave before he headed off into the general direction of people and sound, bracing himself to make any awkward introductions and of course, for any onslaught of Rachel-ness that would head his way soon. As Matt stepped into the main space, it seemed to be that he had missed Rachel's big announcement. Which honestly was a bit of a shame...he did enjoy watching her exuberantly skip around and yell her head off but he'd already watched the video so he supposed he was doing just fine in the Rachel-watching aspect. He grabbed his keys and the packet before he headed off to his cabana, barely watching around him as he did. Everyone else was gathered around the bar but Matt felt that any drink that he downed, he would puke up. He jammed his key in the cabana door, hoping that Valentina was somewhere inside but as he kicked the door open he discovered that the room was devoid of the presence of his best friend. She probably hadn't arrived yet. He sighed as he flung his messenger bag onto a bed and headed to the bathroom to wash his face. The room was pretty nice and so was the view but he didn't feel it in him yet to truly take a look around. All he needed was another friend on this damn island and as he peeked a glance at the room's alarm clock, he felt hilariously let down by how early it was. [color=#FFC309][b]"And that, ladies and gentlemen is Matt's welcome to Paradise."[/b][/color][color=#FFC309] 』[/color][/indent]