Chapter 13~ Is that who I think that is?

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It was now November, the days are long, the sun is warm and the tans are dark. I had been living in my apartment for a few months now and I found out that Matt Dee was my neighbour. He lived in the apartment opposite me. We had become very good friends over the past few months. My Aunt, Uncle and Cousin Rory have moved to Cairns. It is Saturday and we have been filming Season 10 of Bondi Rescue for a few months now. I was sitting in Bronte tower with a cup of tea in my hand, sipping it while looking out at the surf. . A sleepy Whippet walked into the tower.

" Sup Whip, Happy Birthday!" I said.

"Mhmhmm." He replied.

" Was that even English man?" I asked. I handed him a cup of coffee.

" Thanks." he mumbled.
I bent down underneath the desk and pulled out a wrapped present for him I passed it over to him.

" It's only small but open the present first and then the card. It will make more sense. " I explained. His eyes lit up. He unwrapped the present. I had gotten him an Irish Slang book because most of the time when I came out with an expression he wouldn't have a clue what I meant.

" Thanks so much Roo! " he said and he gave me a hug. He then opened his card. I had put a gift voucher in it for the surf shop. " You didn't have to! But thank you so much. Are you going to come to my party tonight?" He asked.

" Yeah I suppose so. " I said.

" Cool." He said.

We both looked out the window. The beach was empty. All except for three lifeguards. Mouse was down on the beach. After a while a few people were on the beach but not many. I saw a man walking down to the sea. His hair was blond/brown and he was wearing board shorts and a t-shirt. He looked familiar.

" Whip does that guy look familiar to you? " I asked.

" Which one? " he asked.

" That one! " I said pointing to the waters edge.

" Umm. Not really. I don't think so. " he said. " Why? " he asked me.

" I don't know. He just looks familiar that's all." I replied. Then he turned around. That's when it clicked. I let out a high pitched scream. " Is that who I think it is?"

" Jesus Christ Roo. What was that for? I think I've gone deaf!" He said.

" Th-the m-man... He... He... Is... LEONARDO DI CAPRIO" I screamed the last bit.

" What!? Are you sure? " he asked.

" YES WHIP! IM SURE! I THINK THAT I CAN RECOGNISE LEONARDO DI CAPRIO! " I screamed.

He smirked at me and I knew that he was up to something. " Tower to Mouse." Whip said into the radio
* Yep whip what's up?* mouse replied.
" I think you need a break. Roo will swap with you " he replied.

" What? No. I can't do that. What if he talks to me? I can't do this. He is my celebrity crush. I am going to die if I have to speak to him!" I explained to Whippet.

" Well you're on the beach Roo. " he said with a smirk on his face. I slapped him on the arm and then pulled on my belt with my radio in it. I walked down to where Mouse was and he walked back up to the tower. Just then a busload of tourists arrived. I looked over and saw Leonardo pull a cap on over his face and he put sunglasses on. He sat down on the sand and was looking at his phone. All the tourists got off the bus and headed straight into the water. I figured out from their conversations that they were from Italy and on a college trip. I looked out to the water and saw a few struggling because they were out of there depth. I radioed the tower to tell them I was going in and I pulled off my top and grabbed the board. I raced into the water and paddled out. At first there was only two but then more and more people got into trouble. I had seven people holding onto my board. All shouting at me in Italian. Thank goodness I did Italian in school. " Smettetela di gridare " * Stop shouting * I said calmly to them. They all stopped. I signalled to the tower that I needed help. " Un bagnino verrà a aiutarvi " * A lifeguard will come and help you * I spoke to them. Whippet came out of the tower and grabbed another board. He paddled out to me and started talking to them in English.

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