When EJ woke me up, we were there already.

“Courtney,” EJ said as he shook me a little. “We’re here.”

“Really?” I asked groggily. We were descending. I looked out the window and saw bright blue water.

“Beautiful, right?” EJ asked as he looked out too.

“I love this!”

“I’m going to have to take you to the beach.”

“Yep.”

“Okay, let me warn you before we get off. My cousins aren’t as- how can I put this? They aren’t as civil as what you’re used to.”

“Um, sure.”

“So, they will most definitely try to flirt with you. And they may say some very degrading things to you.”

“Its okay, I’m tough. I can take it.”

When we got off the plane, we took a taxi and I was so fascinated by the water.

“Can you speak the language?” I asked EJ.

“Um, you mean English?”

“Oh.”

EJ laughed.

“I can do the accent though,” EJ said in a Jamaican accent, that was stronger then his natural one.

“You have an accent already.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do. You have more of a Jamaican accent then I have a British accent.”

“You hear things.”

“When you’re mad, your accent is strong. Its like insane.”

“That’s you when you’re mad. You sound exactly like your mother.”

“I do not. Don’t lie.”

“Yeah, when you’re mad you sound like your mom. Then when you get to excited. Then, just normal talking, you sound like a valley girl with a New England accent.”

“Whatever,” I said defeated. “Shut up.”

“I love your accents, though,” EJ said, before he kissed me.

“I am still here,” Mrs. Roberts said from the other side of me.

“Oh sorry,” I said pulling away from him.

“We will continue, later,” EJ whispered into my ear as he put his arm around me.

After about 30 minutes in the taxi, we stopped.

“We’re here,” EJ told me.

We were in front of a 3 story white house.