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Authors: Chantele Sedgwick
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can’t. So, instead of making a fool out of myself, I decided to take guitar lessons.” I shrug. “I want to learn how to play the drums someday, but I doubt that will ever happen. I like the guitar though.”
“You’ll have to play for me sometime.”
Not likely. “Maybe,” I say.
“Or you could teach me.” He nudges me with his shoulder. “Guitar lessons for surf lessons? What do you think?”
I stop walking and stare at him. He looks hopeful. “Are you serious?”
He shrugs. “I think it’s an even trade, don’t you?”
I’m not sure what to say. That means we’ll be spending even more time together. I don’t know how I feel about that. Although, he is super nice. And he smells good. And he’s nice to look at . . . not that I noticed. “Sure,” I say.
We both smile and I try not to feel nervous again. But the way he’s looking at me makes me feel . . . weird instead. But a good weird. Which is bad news.
He finally looks away and clears his throat. “Looks like Ruby’s is busy tonight.” He gestures toward the restaurant on the end of the pier. Several people stand around outside. I watch a redheaded girl about my age snuggle against her boyfriend as they wait in line. He nuzzles her neck and she giggles before turning around and kissing him. They look so happy. Like nothing in the world would ever tear them apart.
I envy them. Not because they’re in love, but because they have each other. They have someone to laugh with. To hang out with. I think of Lucas and my mood drops. The world sucks.
“You okay?”
I look up at Carson and put on a smile. “Fine.”
We walk to the edge of the pier and lean against the railing. The sun reflects off the water as it sets. Reds, oranges, and yellows. It’s so bright, it’s almost blinding, but I can’t tear my eyes away.
“It’s beautiful here.” I breathe in the salty air and sigh. I wish Lucas were here. He’d love the beach. There I go again. Thinking about him. Again. I turn my attention back to Carson, determined to block my depressing thoughts.
He’s staring at the ocean with a small smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. It’s home.”
“I’d love to live on the beach. It’s so peaceful. And there’s so much to do here. Swim and surf, go boating. I’d love to have somewhere to run or ride my bike with a view like this. Not that I really rode my bike back home. I had a friend who was really into mountain biking, but I could never get into it. To be honest, the thought of flying down a mountain covered in rocks and dirt terrified me. If I could have ridden on solid blacktop right next to a beach though, I would have.”
“It really is nice most of the time,” he said. “The storms can be pretty crappy, though.” He rolls his shoulders and leans forward, resting his arms on the railing. “So, you’re just here for a few months then?”
I sigh. “Yes. My mom . . . uh . . . we’re here on an extended vacation. Just until summer.”
I wait for him to ask why, but he doesn’t. Which makes me like him even more. He respects my privacy, even though I know he can tell I’m hiding something. And I’m not really. I just don’t want to talk about me or Lucas or my parents and whatever’s going on with them.
“So, about those guitar lessons.”
I smile. I can’t help it. He seems to know when I need something light to talk about. It’s almost like he can read my moods. It reminds me of Lucas. He always knew my moods, even better than I knew them myself. “You’re really serious about those?”
“Of course!”
“I’m not very good.”
“You wouldn’t agree to teach me if you weren’t that good.”
I laugh. “I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”
“We’ll see about that.”
An arm wraps around my shoulder then and I’m suddenly being squeezed into someone’s armpit. I didn’t realize how sore my shoulders are from my sunburn until now. They hurt like crap. I try to wiggle
“You’ll have to play for me sometime.”
Not likely. “Maybe,” I say.
“Or you could teach me.” He nudges me with his shoulder. “Guitar lessons for surf lessons? What do you think?”
I stop walking and stare at him. He looks hopeful. “Are you serious?”
He shrugs. “I think it’s an even trade, don’t you?”
I’m not sure what to say. That means we’ll be spending even more time together. I don’t know how I feel about that. Although, he is super nice. And he smells good. And he’s nice to look at . . . not that I noticed. “Sure,” I say.
We both smile and I try not to feel nervous again. But the way he’s looking at me makes me feel . . . weird instead. But a good weird. Which is bad news.
He finally looks away and clears his throat. “Looks like Ruby’s is busy tonight.” He gestures toward the restaurant on the end of the pier. Several people stand around outside. I watch a redheaded girl about my age snuggle against her boyfriend as they wait in line. He nuzzles her neck and she giggles before turning around and kissing him. They look so happy. Like nothing in the world would ever tear them apart.
I envy them. Not because they’re in love, but because they have each other. They have someone to laugh with. To hang out with. I think of Lucas and my mood drops. The world sucks.
“You okay?”
I look up at Carson and put on a smile. “Fine.”
We walk to the edge of the pier and lean against the railing. The sun reflects off the water as it sets. Reds, oranges, and yellows. It’s so bright, it’s almost blinding, but I can’t tear my eyes away.
“It’s beautiful here.” I breathe in the salty air and sigh. I wish Lucas were here. He’d love the beach. There I go again. Thinking about him. Again. I turn my attention back to Carson, determined to block my depressing thoughts.
He’s staring at the ocean with a small smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. It’s home.”
“I’d love to live on the beach. It’s so peaceful. And there’s so much to do here. Swim and surf, go boating. I’d love to have somewhere to run or ride my bike with a view like this. Not that I really rode my bike back home. I had a friend who was really into mountain biking, but I could never get into it. To be honest, the thought of flying down a mountain covered in rocks and dirt terrified me. If I could have ridden on solid blacktop right next to a beach though, I would have.”
“It really is nice most of the time,” he said. “The storms can be pretty crappy, though.” He rolls his shoulders and leans forward, resting his arms on the railing. “So, you’re just here for a few months then?”
I sigh. “Yes. My mom . . . uh . . . we’re here on an extended vacation. Just until summer.”
I wait for him to ask why, but he doesn’t. Which makes me like him even more. He respects my privacy, even though I know he can tell I’m hiding something. And I’m not really. I just don’t want to talk about me or Lucas or my parents and whatever’s going on with them.
“So, about those guitar lessons.”
I smile. I can’t help it. He seems to know when I need something light to talk about. It’s almost like he can read my moods. It reminds me of Lucas. He always knew my moods, even better than I knew them myself. “You’re really serious about those?”
“Of course!”
“I’m not very good.”
“You wouldn’t agree to teach me if you weren’t that good.”
I laugh. “I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”
“We’ll see about that.”
An arm wraps around my shoulder then and I’m suddenly being squeezed into someone’s armpit. I didn’t realize how sore my shoulders are from my sunburn until now. They hurt like crap. I try to wiggle
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