The Best Welcome Ever - 3

Now we can get on to things! :D

     On the way towards the reservation, we met another van full of fellow people from our mission group. They led the way into town as we were followed by another car full of helpers. We pulled onto the main drag and parked when a young Quileute woman in her twenties met us in the middle of the road. The whole of us got out and stood around her.

 "Hello, you all must be from the Nebraska church group?" She asked in a high-pichted voice.

 "Yes, to assist your tribe during Quileute days of course. Also provide any other help you may need." My gradfather replied. She smiled and shook hands with him.

 "Then let me lead you to your coastline lodging." She got on top of a parked ATV and moitioned for us to follow her in our vehicles.

 

     Our guide took us along a back road that ran along the trees and beach. She stopped at a break in the trees were about ten log cabing were lined along the coast. Beyond them I strained my eyes to see... 5 teenage Quileute boys jacking around on the beach. Sadly, this was just what I was looking for. I watched them a bit longer, noticing the ovbious leader. From what I could see he was built, he wore ripped jean shorts and a weak tee. Grandad called me out of my trance, but this also attracted the attention of the boys. they quickly stopped their game and ran to greet us.

 

      When they came closer I noticed all of them were worth looking at. All of them. The tall one I noticed first came up breathing hard, but outstreched his hand.

 "Hey, I'm Avan. You from the mission group right?" I could feel myself blush as his dark eyes met mine. He smiled when all I could do was nod. The others faught playfully next to him, pushing, shoving, laughing like brothers. He pointed to the shortest.

 "Thats Jonah. His older brother is Clark, the one next to him." I smiled and wiggled my fingers as an attempt to wave. He pointed to one with long hair that fell to his shoulders.

 "This is Trent, a heavy smartass." Trent waved quickly and went back to trying to jump on the shoulders of the last boy, almost as cute as Avan.

 "The one your looking at is Quinn. Hes a ladies man." They were all in a way very native american looking, and for sure they'd be the nutcases I'd hang out with for the next few months.