"Life is like surfing a good wave. We have those moments where you feel as though you are on the top of the world and those where your life comes crashing down all around you."
Ainsley Matthews, ex-pro surfer, has been though a lot in the past. From...
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locked in: surfing inside of the tube- being covered by the wave.
When I arrived home from after my date, my mother was sitting down on the front porch reading a book. I thanked Dawson for taking me out with a kiss on the cheek before exiting the truck.
"So are you guys official yet?" My mother asks placing her book down beside her. "You look lovely by the way."
"Thank you mom." I say sitting down beside her. "It was just our first date but I feel as though it may become something more."
She wraps her arms around me and pulls me up against her body. "I'm happy for you Ainsley, he seems like a really good guy."
"Anyways, I'm pretty tired so I think I'm going to head upstairs." I respond with a smile.
"Goodnight dear."
"Night mom." I say giving her a kiss on the cheek before making my way inside and up into my bedroom.
I turn on my lights and let out a loud blood curdling scream.
My heart is beating a thousand beats per minute as collapse against the wall. "What the hell Jess."
She gets up off of my bed and makes her way over to me. "I was planning on leaving but then I wanted to hear all about your date. And I kinda fell asleep." She says with a laugh.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack."
"Sorry Ains. Anyways how was it!? Was it everything that you imagined?"
"It was perfect. I don't know how I got so lucky." I say as everything that happened this evening came flashing through my mind.
"As much as I'd love to hear more, my mother probably thinks that I was abducted so I'll call you later and you can give me all of the details."
Jessa walks out of my room, sneaks out of the back door, and starts walking down the beach over to her house which is a few blocks over from mine.
I make my way into the bathroom and wash the makeup off of my face before pulling my hair out of the French braid.
My now crimped hair hangs over my shoulders as I strip out of the romper and change into a pair of shorts and an oversized tee shirt.
I grabbed a glass of water and laid down on my bed. My phone rang from inside of my purse as I reached for it and pulled it out.
