[x]In Rome, do as the Romans do[x]

[++Megan++]

Her thin tan body lay on the sand as though it was supposed to be there, though she didn't fell right laying here in a bikini and a light jean mini skirt. Megan pulled her hair out from behind her ears. She would rather be skateboarding or something else. In Rome, do what the Romans do she thought as a smile played its role on her thin pink lips. She brushed sand off her black bikini top and cossed her legs. She placed her sun glasses on her face. Her optics darted around the beach, what was this place compared to her dark crowded town, one word paradise She sighed and rested on her elbows.

[Morgaine Hetfield]

Morgaine was walking along the long beack, the hot, soft sand sticking to her bare feet, a large strawhat on her head. She was wearing a black bikini, her skin was milky. She normally didn't sun and when she wne to the beach, a place she loved, she would stay away from the light, hating the sweating and unbearable heat, she would feel faint and not at ease under the sun. Her dad had send her some money and a plain ticket to rome and a mail saying that his next concert would be there, inviting her to come to the afterparty he had with the band and some friends. She knew that she sometimes felt left out at those partys but it had been some time since she'd taken a vacation and she had the hope that there would be some interesting people like it was sometimes the casa at these wild partys.
As she walked along the beack, lost in her thoughts, she noticed someone. She walked over to the girl and looking down at her laying on the sand she said, her shadow covering the girl's face.
What a small world Megan she grinned