Bell Beach

1. Salmon Café

Taylor and I walked into work each carrying an extra bag. The bags we both usually brought had our work uniforms, some money, our phones, and extra hair and makeup things. Our extras held our bikinis, Ray Bans, towels, and umbrellas and sunscreen. Most days we work the afternoon shift at the Salmon café. But today we had a half day of work because of the heat. Bell had never experienced heat like this before. It usually was fairly warm, considering it was a small town in Florida, but this kind of heat did two things: it either sent everyone inside to their ACs, or to Bell Beach. That's where Tay and I are going after work. We have a spot on the beach we found years ago, way down at the end. It's surrounded by caves, and no one can see it. After four hours of serving icy glasses of lemonade to daring, sweaty teenagers, we were free of work, and gathered our stuff for the beach. We got there and changed in one of the caves in our secret spot. Then we headed for the water. I don't mean to brag, but I'm a pretty awesome surfer. I got on my board, which I keep hidden in a cave, and headed far out into the water. I spotted a big wave in the distance and swam to it. I stood on my board, and started to ride that wave to shore. "Hey Tay! Dontcha wish your boyfriend could surf like me!?" I whooped. Then I sorta kinda got knocked off the board. Usually when I fall I can swim right back up, but I felt myself drifting down, lower and lower and the waves crashed above me. I was losing air. Goodbye, double chocolate chip caramel ice cream, I thought. Then I felt a body plunge through the water above me. A muscly pair of arms wrapped around me, and pulled to toward the surface. We weren't at the top yet when everything went black. I woke up at the entrance to one of the caves, laying on my flowery Hawaii towel. "I think she's coming to," a voice said above me. I opened my eyes to see a six pack floating above my head. It started to move out of my vision. "No, it's okay, stay there, six pack," I said under my breath. It pulled out of my vision. "What?"
Dear readers: hotness overload warning. The hottest guy I had ever seen was kneeling over me with an ice pack. He had blue eyes and shiny white teeth, and hair the color of chocolate. "Are you ok.......um...."
"Niky."
"Niky?"
"I'm pretty sure that's me," I told him.
"Are you okay, Niky?"
"Yeah," I told the gorgeous human being in front of me.
"Wait where's Taylor?" I asked.
"She went home after I told her I could give you a ride. Her mom called her and wanted her home."
I knew what that meant. Her bitch of a mother must be home from her fancy trip to Paris. Taylor has the snobbiest, most horrible mother in the world. While in thought, I realized I was freezing cold. "Do you have a....." I started to ask.
"Here's my sweatshirt. I'll get you home. Where you you live?"
I gave him my address and he lifted me off the ground into his arms. "I think I can walk."
"Yeah, but it never hurts to carry a pretty girl to the car." He drove me home in a comfortable silence. When we pulled up to my little house, he took out a piece of paper. He wrote something on it, then put it in my bag, and walked me to the door. "Bye, Niky." And he drove away. Once I was inside, I pulled out the paper.

Evan Morgan
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Hi! Thanks for reading! I will post the next chapter as soon as I can. Also, it would be super funny if you called the number I put for Evan. Is actually my best friend's phone number, and I wanna see what happens:)
-moi<3