Our Time Around The Sun

Chapter 2

I wake up to something or rather someone, shaking me. Keep in mind it's like 2:30 in the morning on a Saturday so I'm not really thrilled. I turn on the lamp and it's Sanchez. "Dude what's wrong. Why are you shaking me awake?" I say while I feel like I'm half dead. "I heard screaming. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay." He says.

"Yeah, the screaming was mom 'cause she opened the bathroom door a little too soon." I say. "The curtain was open, wasn't it?" He asks. "Oh yeah. Definitely was." I respond.

"Okay Sanchez, I'm gonna go back to sleep, so see you in the morning I guess." I say as I reach over and turn off the lamp.

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I wake up to sunlight coming in through my window. I must have left the curtains open last night. I'm happy that today's a Saturday because there is no way I'd be able to get up early.

When I get up and out of bed, I see Sanchez isn't in the bean bag chair. I walk into the kitchen, and there he is. Standing in front of the stove. "Hey man. how'd you sleep last night." I say. "Not bad. How about you?" he asks me. It smells good. I wonder what Sanchez is cooking.

"I'm making omelettes, you want one?" he asks me. Duh. Who could say no to Sanchez' cooking. That's like asking me if I want enchiladas. Damn right I want myself some enchiladas. Both are just as addicting.

"Do you even have to ask that question? You already know the answer to that." I say as he's cracking eggs into the skillet, and whisking them with a fork. "Yeah that was pretty much a dumb question. What do you want in it?" he asks me.

"What do we have?" I respond. He opens the fridge doors and says, "Look through the fridge and anything that looks appealing, I'll put it in." Sanchez moves out of the way as I start rummaging through the fridge.

When I'm done going through the fridge, I end up pulling out cheese, olives, spinach and bacon bits. I put the things on the counter as Sanchez starts to put them in my omelette.

I hear rustling behind me. I turn around and realize that it's just Ace sitting at the kitchen counter. Not even a second later, Sanchez puts plates in front of both of us. He must have already made his and Ace's. We all sit at the table while we eat breakfast.

As we all start eating, we throw around ideas about what we want to do today. Ace suggests that we go to the skate park. He seems to really like skating lately for some reason. I don't really know why or how, considering we don't know anybody that skates and I've never skated a day in my life.

Sanchez says we should go to the beach and build sandcastles or something. "I think that's a good way to spend a Saturday." I say. Ace isn't opposed to the idea.

"Alright then, get your swim trunks on and meet me by the car in ten minutes." I say as we start to put our plates in the dishwasher. While the other two go put their swim trunks on, I make lunch for everybody and then proceed to put on my swim trunks. I write a note on the fridge saying we won't be back 'til like 3.

By the time I get out of my room, Sanchez already has the car packed up. We should just start calling him speedy cause that kid can move. This is why he's one of the fastest players on the field. "You have the cooler in the car already?" I asked him.

"That indeed I do." he says as we walk out the door. Ace is already in the car when we get in. When did he get in the car? He must have gotten in when we weren't looking.

It doesn't take us that long to get to the beach. Maybe like 5 minutes at the most. I thought there would be more people here but I guess it's too early for a lot of people to be out.

With fewer people at the beach, we got a prime spot in the middle. Halfway between the parking lot and the ocean. The sound of the waves and the way the breeze feels gives me a sense of peace.

I know people might think that I'm weird for liking all that but it has a feeling of comfort and how all my problems could just melt away in an instant. Like I'm in my own little world, and nothing exists besides me. There's no place that I'd rather be.