Top Gun: Bringing Back That Loving Feeling (Maverick x Author)

Chapter 7: Rascal

When I woke up the next morning, Charlotte was gone. I was confused; she wasn't supposed to leave so early. But then I saw a note written from her laying on the other side of my bed. I picked up the note and read it. It read this:

Sorry I had to leave. I'm going to ride on Maverick's motorcycle with him this morning. I promise I'll see you later.
-Charlotte Blackwood

Great. She's riding with Maverick on his motorcycle. Being an adult is hard.

Just like every morning, I got up to eat breakfast. I made waffles for myself and ate them peacefully, with some 80s music playing on my Amazon Alexa to keep me occupied (this time, she played The Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News; great song by the way). After I was done eating breakfast and drinking my orange juice, I went upstairs. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, put my clothes on, and combed my hair. To me, I kinda looked pretty this morning.

Nah. I don't want to be vain.

I then put my watch on and went back downstairs. I left my beach house and walked out by the beach. The beach seemed peaceful this morning; the waves were silently crashing by the shore and the sand was as soft as a cloud. Seagulls were making a racket in the distance, but I didn't care. I always do my morning jog on the beach because it's where I have more space and flat land to run on. So I plugged in my earbuds, began playing my running music, and began my morning jog.

The morning jog helped me forget about Maverick's relationship with me. I always like to jog around when I'm stressed out or frustrated with something. It always works; running is a good exercise to do when you're stressed.

But there is one stressful thing I have to face through when running.

Probably a half mile away from my beach house are some sand dunes. Like what you'd expect, there's a sign nearby that says "Do not climb on the sand dunes". Unfortunately, every morning when I run (which is usually around nine in the morning), there are some teenagers who like to crawl up the sand dunes and break the rules. There are three teenagers in total, and they are all boys. The first one is probably the oldest, and he wears black all the time and wears the same shirt literally every day, like it's the only shirt he has. The second one is tall and lean, and for some reason looks like Ferris' best friend, Cameron, from Ferris Bueller (another great movie btw). The last one is shorter than the boys, and is the runt of the gang. He is probably fourteen, and he's probably the youngest. He might even be a little brother, but he obeys the boys. He has blonde hair and looks like Malfoy from Harry Potter, which, in my opinion, is the best book on planet earth.

A question that always bothered me was if their mother knew about them playing. The scary truth? No. I don't have proof, but I bet she doesn't know. Do they even have a mother in the first place? I don't know. But they're WAY too annoying. They climb up the dunes and start making random noises. They sometimes beat their chests like a gorilla, but make dog noises instead. Then they slide down the dunes like a penguin sliding on its stomach. Yet nobody walks up to them and tells them to get off.

That's right: nobody. Nobody tells them they're breaking the beach law.

I usually just run past them and ignore them when I see them crawling on the sand dunes. I don't want to be mean to them, anyway. But, no matter what beach house I stay in, I would always run on the same beach. And ever since I first saw Maverick, I've been seeing those boys crawling on the dunes.

Today, I had enough.

I ran, puffing my breath as I got more and more tired the faster I ran. But my music was keeping me pumped up. Once I reached the half mile mark, which is where the sand dunes are, I glanced at them to see if the boys were there.