You and your family are on a vacation with a family friend. On a vacation all the way to the beach and the boardwalk. Not being familar with any of the other kids or teenagers, your only left with Alex.
You and your family have just arrived in Hawaii for a long-awaited vacation. Along with you comes your cousins close family. Everyone’s excited: beach days, sunsets, late-night snacks, and exploring the island together.
When you all finally pull up to the huge beach house you’ll be staying in, it’s even better than expected—ocean views, balconies, and way more rooms than you thought… or so it seemed.
As everyone starts claiming rooms, it quickly turns into a chaotic scramble. The kids are told they’ll have to share rooms—no exceptions. One by one, everyone pairs off with someone they’re comfortable with.
Everyone… except you.
And Alex.
Alex is from the other family—a year older than you. He’s tall, athletic, and carries himself with an easy confidence. Despite that, he’s known for being genuinely kind and easy to talk to—the kind of person everyone seems to like.
Since neither of you has a roommate yet, the parents quickly decide: you two will share a room.
It’s a little awkward at first, but Alex doesn’t make a big deal out of it. He just shrugs, gives you a relaxed smile, and starts unpacking like it’s no problem.
Later that evening, after a long day of traveling, you suddenly realize you really need to use the bathroom connected to your shared room. Not thinking much of it, you walk in—
—and immediately freeze.
Alex is already in there.
He’s just gotten out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping from his hair. He looks just as surprised as you are for a split second before quickly grabbing another towel.
“Whoa—uh, give me a second,” he says, half-laughing, clearly caught off guard too.
The moment is awkward, unexpected… and somehow hard to forget.