I remain, tight lipped, only having eyes for Carlos.
We continue like this, along the beach and all around the resort; my feet hurt, I can feel my shoulders burning because I forgot to put on sun-cream before we left, (my mum will be most disappointed in me) and more importantly still, this is not fun! This is my holiday that I want to make the most of, not play the middle man in a family feud.
I spot Blair and John at the bar and literally squeal with excitement, I have never been so happy to see them.
“Oh Carlos, look it’s Blair and John, do you mind if I go see them, I’ve barely had any time with Blair these last few days?” I am careful not to invite him along, as that would only leave it open for Marcus to gatecrash too; sorry Carlos, if I want rid of your brother, I’m afraid that means dumping you too!
Carlos looks at me dumbfounded and a little hurt. Leaning close to him I tell him that this needs to be sorted once and for all, either they can both forgive and forget, or Marcus needs to go stay with their parents, because I really can’t spend any more time like this. I can see he wants to argue with me, but he knows better than to do it in such a public place; instead I just shake my head and give him a gentle push, sending him on his way. Marcus following close behind.
As soon as they are out of earshot I explain to Blair and John what’s been going on. Blair is captivated by how much of a stud Marcus is, instantly crowning him Carlos’s hot older brother. Of course I protest, but I guess if I didn’t know what he was really like, I probably would be with her on this. At thirty three, he is much more my age range and unlike Carlos he seems more mainstream. Carlos has a real Mediterranean look about him, with his long dark hair and olive skin tone, even down to his casual linen based day clothes; whereas Marcus has a uniformed haircut, his skin is a more honey brown shade and you will more often find him in board-shorts and t-shirt than anything else.
If I had met them both at the same time, I have to admit I would probably have lent more towards Marcus; but saying that, I do have god awful taste in men, and I think that revelation just proves it.
Me and Blair quickly descend into banter about the two Johnson brothers, until John finally has enough and calls an end to it, by suggesting we go snorkelling.
This is another first for me, but it is a real holiday activity, which is what I’ve been pining for, so I jump straight on to the band wagon.
“Oh no! I don’t have my bikini on” I suddenly realise.
“That’s ok; we can just pop back with you to pick it up?” John suggests naively, both me and Blair looking at him disapprovingly, shaking our heads.
“I really don’t want to go back there right now, who knows what kind of war has broken out with those two, I’m just keeping my distance” I explain.
“Alright, well why don’t you just wear that” John tries again, motioning at the shorts and t-shirt I’m wearing. Looking down at myself, I suppose he has a good point, it certainly beats going back to the house.
We head down to the ocean, picking up snorkels and flippers on the way past, then sit on the sand to don our gear. Blair immediately strips down to her Bikini, a green and gold, string creation that compliments her tan. Every possible muscle is toned and defined and you would be hard pushed to locate even an inch of fat on her; I’m suddenly relieved I did not put my swim wear on this morning, even a supermodel would come off looking fat next to Blair.
We ease into the crystal waters together, us girls screeching at the temperature, while John dives straight in, maintaining his manly man image.
In comparison, it takes us quite some time, to take the plunge, teetering about on tip toe for the most part, trying to prevent the cold waves reaching any higher on our bodies.
Eventually John calls us over to a spot he has found with all sorts of beautiful fish, forcing us to submerge fully, at first it’s so cold it takes your breath away, but