Forever | Alan Frog

Chapter 3

(Babes, I apologize for the long wait. A lot of shit has just been going on so, yea, let us continue with this shitshow we call a story. Also the outit above is what Jade is wearing🤑. Enjoy 😘😘)

Jade's P.O.V.

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window. I look over at the time, which read '11:00.' Geez, I really overslept. I throw the covers off my body and head towards the bathroom to get ready. I got ready for my morning shower, grabbing towels, clothes, and the works. I turn the shower on, adjusting the water so that it was warm, but not too hot. ( We AIN'TT TRYNA LOOK LIKE A DEWAYNE 😂😂😂) Once the water was adjusted just right, I stripped myself of clothing and step in. I let out a content sigh as the warm water soaks my skin. I grab the shampoo bottle and squirt its contents into my hand. I lather it up and scrub my scalp, spreading the suds all over my hair, making sure no strand was left unsoaped. I finish up my shower and change into my clothes. My clothes consisted of a Metallica shirt that had 'Harvester of Sorrow' on the bottom left of the shirt. I chose a pair of mid-high bluejeans with holes on the knees. I chose my favorite black pair of converses (I literally LOVE converse lol) Once I had my outfit on, I decided to apply a bit of eyeliner. Once I was done with that, I apply a little of glossier lip gloss; and head to my room to grab some money for the boardwalk. I head downstairs to be greeted by a note left on the countertop. "Be home by 9 tonight. I love you sweetie." The note read. I smile thinking about my mom. How she always made us, me notes for everything. I leave the not in its place and head to the boardwalk. I decided on walking, as the boardwalk wasn't far from our house, and it was such a beautiful day outside. I start down the dirt road walking at a steady pace. Taking in the beautiful scenery before me. I always enjoyed morning walks, as Chase would always join me. I tear up, remembering the times with him that I'll never get back. Soon after, the boardwalk is in sight. I come upon the coastline, watching the waves roll off the jagged rocks, watching the surfers begin to head out into the blue abyss of waves. Feeling eyes on me, I try to look around to find the pair of eyes that bore into the back of my head. I spot a surfer with dirty blonde hair, a light stubble, and a creepy ass smile who was staring into my soul. Oh fuck, not this. I mentally curse myself as I turn around and speed up my pace. "Hey babe!" He calls out. "Wanna ride my wave?" I stop dead in my tracks. I heard footsteps aproach my statue-like figure, and a hand on my shoulder. "Get your fucking hands off me." I mutter, mustering up the courage to turn and face the pervy surfer. "What's the matter, afraid you might like it?" The stranger retorts, seeming to enjoy this encounter. In one move, I slap him hard in the face, his head moving as if he had gotten whip-lash from a car accident. "You, fucking bitch." He says as he raises his right hand, it coming down at me with some force. I close my eyes, and prepare for the pain. "Hey! Leave her alone!" I hear another voice shout at my attacker. That voice, is very familiar. I open my eyes and turn my head to see the face that saved me from getting beat up. I turn my cheek to see Alan much to my suprise when he walks up beside me, standing in front of me, as if he was protecting me. People now from all over was staring at us, watching as if it was a good movie or a good fight was about to happen. I look over to the surfer, who now had a big handprint acrossed his face. A smile appeared on my face, not because out of fear, but because I left a cherry red handprint that covered most of the left side of the man's face. "What'cha gonna do about it, pussy?" The surfer pushes, Alan and the rando surfer stand close enough to almost touch noses. "Alan, come on, let's go." I grab his right arm and gently tug, his very tense frame relaxes but his eye contact never faulters. "You better listen to your girlfriend buddy." "This isn't over babe, you're gonna get yours." "The hell she is!" Alan retorts, anger a clear expression on his sculpted face. I hear Alan whisper something to the surfer, but I couldn't quite manage to make out what he had said. After he was done. He turned around to meet my face. "Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" Alan checks you all over for any sign that that surfer had laid a finger on you. "Alan I'm fine." You giggle, finding it cute that he cared so much. "You got him pretty good Jade. Badass." You blush at the fact he had called you a badass. No ones ever called me that before. "Well, I gotta head back to the comic store, you comin'?" Alan calls out, its clear he wants you to follow him. "Hell yeah, thats the reason I came up here!" You state. Alan flashes you a smile, and you both walk side-by-side to the comic book store, all within the comfort of each other's company.

(I appologize for it being a tad bit short, but I promise, the next chapter will be a little longer, as the story will really start to take off in the next chapter. Love you babes! And I hope you enjoy! 😘😘😘)