Surfer Boy

Covering it Up

Dylan walked home quickly. He wasn't sure when his mom was going to be home but he couldn't take any chances.

He checked his phone. It was 6:30, and his mom got home usually around 7:00.

After 10 brutal minutes of walking, Dyaln felt like he was going to give up. It was getting late, and the sky was turning dark. By the time he got to his neighborhood he was practically running because he thought his mom would get home before him.

Dylan finally got home, after convincing himself that his mom couldn't find him going out a surfing. He ran over to the house, and entered the passcode to open the garage code. 1-9-9-9, which was also the year he was born, and it was easy to remember. Dylan held his breath as the garage door opened, and it showed his mom's car....was not home.

Dylan silently cheered him self as he went inside the garage, shut the door and went into the house. He ran upstairs, and hid all of his surfing things, his leash, his surfing wax, and his backpack in the back of a closet him mom thought he never went into. He went downstairs, turned on some show, another one of those game shows where people made alliances and then tried to get fabulous prizes. He grabbed an apple from the fridge, golden delcious, his favourite kind and started eating it. 3 minutes later, his mom came home, and it was only 6:42 then. He just kept acting natural as she walked in, eating his apple and watching this game show.

"Hey Dylan."

"Oh. Hi Mom. Glad your home." He silently prayed she would just go upstairs without saying much else.

"What are you watching?"

"Just some show that I found on T. V."

"What's it called?"

"Its called...." He stuttered as he was trying to remember. Just then the announcer on T.V. said that they would be right back to Take It All after some commercials.

"Take It All." he said.

His mother didn't seem to notice his stuttering.

"I'm going to go upstairs and-- Dylan why is your hair soaking wet??"

Crap! His hair was really wet, and Dylan was surprised he didn't realize that himself.

"My hair?" His mind raced for an excuse. It was sunny outside, and not raining.

He laughed. "Oh, I just....took a shower." He thought it was a good excuse, especially since he had about 5 seconds to think it up.

"You are expecting me to believe that you took a shower....during the week, without being asked?"

"Erm, yeah! See we had this discussion about hygene and everything so I wanted to take a shower."

"You never take a shower without me asking you to. Like, you would always argue with me about it. She picked up a magazine from a table.

"Well I've decided to be more responsible."

"Well that's long overdue." Dylan's mom went upstairs and went to her room.

Dang. That was a close one. Dylan silently cursed himself and reminded himself that he needed to dry his hair with a towl or something.

As the show ended Dylan went upstairs and listened to Skrillex on his iPod. He grabbed his laptop and started watching surfing videos. It was really cool seeing how the pro surfers did it. He got really mad at his mom when he saw Bethany Hamilton. Her arm was lost because of a shark attack at the age of 13. Her parents didn't make her stop surfing, they let her continue, and wanted her to keep surfing. Nothing even happened to me! Dylan thought. I miss my dad, but I never really knew him, so its not like Dylan had many memories with him. My mom needs to stop being so overprotective, Dylan thought.

He slammed his laptop shut, and thought about all the things he would have to do for this contest. He needed to practice, badly. He was in no shape to surf two weeks from Friday, and didn't want to look like a complete kook. He didn't used to be one, but today he felt like a grommit kook. He sighed heavily.

This was going to be loads of fun.

He called Felix, but he didn't answer. Fine, whatever. He was probably still doing life guard duties, and working,

He texted Dex, and they had a conversation about surfing. Dex was definetly one of his best friends, they had known each other for about 4 years now. Ever since Dylan had moved in from Las Vegas, Dex and him became best friends. Dylan told Dex everything, all about the surfing contest, his mom interrogating him, and how much he would need to practice. Dex wanted to help and said he could do that. Tomorrow after school they made plans to go meet.

He also invited Luke, another amazing surfer from his school, that he was good friends with to help him get better at surfing. Luke and Dex got along fine, so he had no problems inviting them. Luke could only come though if he brought his little brother Hunter, which was fine with him. He needed one other person.

He ended up inviting Felicia, a girl who spent most of her free time texting, looking at herself in the mirror, and watching guys do sports. She assured him that she had lots of practice watching guys do surfing, and she would tell him how he compaired to some other guys.

That sounded promising, Dylan thought to himself sarcastically. But he needed more of a perspective, and the more people there, he was fine with that. Anyways, he knew that Brooke would be coming because Felicia was there. He hoped Brooke would think he didn't suck at surfing.

He organized them all to come as soon as school got out, and his mom was going on a business trip to New York and she would be gone for the week, and his occasional babysitter would watch him. Her name was Avery, she ws 26, and she didn't care that he surfed. She told him he should continue it, because he was good at it. He would probably get home at around 6:45, and even though the beach was only 5 minuets away, it would take 15 min to walk home.

This was going to be fun, he though sarcastically.