Break in Boca Raton

I spent my break in Boca Raton Florida. I have been there before. But it was different this time. Thats where my boyfriend, Ian, is from. He grew up there with his mother and father and brother, Drew. Drew is older, Ian thinks he is the coolest person alive, although he wouldn't admit to it. Drew went to Notre Dame, he graduated in 2008, one year after Ian and I graduated high school. He met Donna on the first day of college and dated her from then on. Donna is the sister Ian never had.
Although Ian promised the break would be spend on the warm sand under the blazing sun on delray beach, he didn't know what would be in store for us when we arrived. We spent 2 hours on 2 different days on the beach, hardly what you would call a beach trip. We spent most of our time on the futon in front of the television in the cool woodfloored and white walled rectangle of a living room in Ian's parent's town house. Drew and Donna were there, only unlike the happy, fun presence they normally bring to a room, they brought anger and sadness.
You see, Donna and Drew had broken up months before and neglected to tell us about it. Yet, being 6 years into a relationship at the time of the break up they were unwilling to admit that friendship was just too far off for achievement. Donna would sit with me on the futon instead of with Drew on the chairs, and they would often hurry up the stairs to cry and shout and make a big scene, all the while pretending to stay discreet.
Ian and I soon learned that we preferred that comfort of a giant dark auditorium for out movie going dates, and developed an increased interest in dining out and shopping. If only the weather had been slightly better, we could have stayed on the beach all day. Anything would have been preferable to the tense company of love lost.