UNEDITED: Our Forbidden Love

2: Alexander

I just turned seventeen, and it's great. I think I've finally earned some more independence which I'd never thought I'd get. I can finally drive without my dad sitting in the passenger seat yelling at me to slow down when I'm driving sixty-two kilometres in a sixty zone. However, I just made a comment about him riding his bike on the roads faster than the speed limit and he shut his mouth. Recently, I also bought my first surfboard, my very own. One that my parents didn't have any say in whether it was too much money or the pattern was a bit odd.
Sometimes I wish I was an only child but then I take one look at my younger sister, Paisley and that thought quickly vanishes. She's very pretty, but she's just my sister and I've never looked at her a different way. She has strawberry-blonde hair, like I used to have before the sun bleached it an off-white. She always has her hair in an airline-hostess style bun, she says it just makes it easier for her competitions if she's already practiced the hairstyle a million times. I'm a surfer and she's an equestrian. I don't mind one bit the amount of time my parents like to spend with Paisley and her horse Sugar at competitions and lessons. She works better with our mum and dad watching and critiquing her at lessons and competitions, I however, can only surf without people I know, especially family, watching me. I'm very lucky that we live near the beach, and fortunately for me Paisley and Sugar love beach rides. Occasionally, while I'm surfing I'll acquire a small audience who applaud me whenever I do what I call a simple trick but to them it looks incredible.

All members of my family have a special hobby. I'm a surfer and Paisley is an equestrian. My mum, Kerri, is a baker. She's written a few cookbooks full of recipes and she's even got her own bakery here on the Gold Coast where those recipes are served. Her recipes are actually really good and it's quite exciting when she cooks something new for us to try. Everyday she goes to her bakery though sometimes she role there changes. Normally she's the chef de cuisine or 'the head of the kitchen' because it's her recipes being served and she knows them best but sometimes she signs some of her recipe books that customers have bought. I have my part-time job at the bakery. Sometimes it's good that my mum could easily get me a good paying job for a seventeen year old as a waiter, though sometimes it's bad because I work at the same place my mum does; but there's nothing I can do about and considering I work for five hours per shift and I earn nearly twenty dollars per hour I have nothing to complain about. Considering she's my mum, we don't have a lot in common between our looks. She has curly brown hair and I have bleached-blonde hair. Before that it was strawberry blonde, closer to being orange. Her eyes are blue and mine are green. She's short and I'm tall. But I don't understand how genetics work, so that could be normal.

My dad's hobby is cycling. Unlike my mum, this is only hobby of his and has nothing to do with his job as a news reporter. He owns two road bikes and one track bike and apart from the name I can't seem to find the difference between them. The road bikes are both different brands and are supposedly some of the best brands there are, though I have no idea, just like my dad when it comes to surfboards.

I only have one year of school left which I'm very glad about. Then I'll be able to spend more time at the beach than I already do and stay away from the annoying 'popular girls' who sit at my table at lunch. They're all obsessed with my group of guy friends hoping they will get a chance with one of us, especially me. I haven't ever had a girlfriend and I'm waiting until I meet the perfect girl who wants me just as much as I want her. I honestly don't understand what is so attractive about a relatively tall guy with electric green eyes and bleached blonde hair who constantly smells like the sea. Any guy that I'm friends with would beg for the attraction of the girls like I have and I would happily grant it to them. They're just teenage girls and I'm sure they'll grow out of it.