"Greta, wake up sleepy pants."Brandon said laughing at my usualy silky hair that was now in knots.
I got up from the beach towel and went over to Brandon.
"Did we stay here all night?" I asked him.
"Yeah, is everything okay."he told me.
"I'm fine, just my parents will be freakin out probably right now."I told him with a sigh.
He handed me his phone, because my strist parents never gave me one.
"Greta?"my mom's voice said through the phone.
"Yes, it's me."I said.
"Oh, Greta. I thought you had died."my mom said crying.
"No, I am at the beach with Brandon. Can he drive me home?"I asked.
"Sure honey."my mom said as I hung up.