Demyan
Malia sat on my lap as we all gathered by the lounge area as I was probably on my sixth glass of whatever the hell I had been drinking during the party. We were seated with Vasilisa, EJ, Yekatarina, Maria, Olga and Delunca. Oksana had gone off with a few of her friends to the more teenage friendly parts of the boat so at least I knew she was not bored.
There had been a blonde tipped brunette actor from across the pool who had been staring at me to the point I felt like he had counted every single curl on my head. He was tall, just like Ethan, with a built body; not close to Ethan's, but just enough to catch my attention. He had longer curtain bangs that went down to his cheekbones and his eyes were a mix between brown and blue.
I knew I would have never looked twice at him if I had Ethan but it seemed my heart was looking for a substitute as I now held a glass of champagne in my hands.