Summer Love

Chapter 1: Sennen Cove

Sarah: We drove past yet another city, only for it to fade in the distance. The warm summer light sat in my lap as we rode. I could see my mother chattering away in the front seat, but I didn't dare pull my headphones from my head. I watched as a sign passed through my window: Welcome to Sennen Cove. I looked out the opposite window to see it. The ocean, gleaming in it's blue-jade color. I saw the sand in front of the long ocean, a girl sun bathing. We passed an alley with a few men smoking cigrettes. Emily! I checked my watch. It had been twenty five minutes. New record.

We pulled up to a house just on the road, windows facing the ocean. This would be my home for the next three months. Then we would be moving. At least I wasn't back in Lincoln. The house was a tanish color on the outside. Deep brown shingles hung from the roof. My dad shut off the car and we got out. I pulled off my headphones and grabbed a box with the word's Sarah's Stuff written in my own messy handwriting. The box still smelled of the permanent marker's ink. Once we got inside I found my way to a room on the top floor. This was the room I had called while we looked at it online. My parents claimed it would help with my...er... issues to let me have whatever room I wanted. It didn't matter. A nice room couldn't bring Emily back.

I made my bed and unpacked my clothing. I set aside my teal polka dotted bikini as I unpacked. As soon as I could, I was going to the beach.

Louis: I sat there on the sand, sunglasses on, doing what every 17 year old boy does at the beach: watching the hot girls in bikinis. There was the girl with her nose in a magazine, sipping a Diet Coke through a straw. There was the girl sitting in a beach chair, staring up at the sun, her buggy sunglasses covering what I hoped were closed eyes. There was the already-golden-tan girl who had her bikini top lying next to her as she suntanned her back. Finally I spotted one that caught my attention, kind of. She had on a teal polka dotted bikini, her thin legs dipped in the waves. She eyed the surfing guys carefully. Her skin still was very light with a hint of gold. Her body was small, proabably only about five foot four at the tallest. Her hips were thin, her stomach small, everything about her was shrunken down. Yet something made her stand out from the rest. Maybe it was her closness to the water, unlike the other girls who sat twenty five to fourty feet away from the waves. All I knew was she held my attention. I continued to study her. Her medium blond hair was twisted into a braid she had over her shoulder. She wasn't wearing sunglasses as she stared at the waves. She didn't appear to have a towel. She seemed like the kind of girl most didn't seem in the summer. Approachable, maybe even nice. No, I couldn't get my hopes up. I had already caused two girls to move their chairs and towels to a different area and I had only been in Sennen Cove for three hours. Of course that was my style: forward. My sister, Charlotte, calls it my weekness. My kriptonite if you will. Kriptonite or not, I wasn't planning on not hitting it off with one of these hot bikini bodied girls. So what do I do. I think you can figure it out. I walk up and sit ten feet from the girl. The tide meets my feet and I can't help thinking it's a little cold. Silence on my part so I don't freak out the girl just yet. I find myself watching her out of the corner of my eye. "You into surfing?" I hear her ask. I just about jump. Apparently I wasn't that invisible.

"Um, sure," I say, unable to think of something else to say. She smirks.

"Um sure? Is that supposed to mean something?" she asks tauntingly.

"Um sure?" I say. Then I laugh. I was a repeating robot. To my joy, she laughs too.

"So what's your name?" she asks. Then she smirks, "Um Sure?"

"No. My name's Louis. Um, Louis Tomlinson. And you?" I ask, happy to finally have real words come to my lips.

"Sarah. Sarah Polan," she says smiling.

"So what brings you to Sennen Cove?" I ask, desprate to make convorsation with this girl.

"Family trip, I suppose. You?" she asks.

"Same. What do you mean I suppose," I ask, noticing her word choice. That's when I notice it. She shifts unconfortably. She has her guards up I suppose you could say.

"Um, we do this every year. We find, um, some place to be besides our home," she says, grasping for words. I nod to show I understand. "So do you have any family?" she asks in a desprate attempt to change the subject.

"Yeah. Um, theres my mom and my dad," I point to my parents each reading a book in identicle beach chairs, "My sister, Charlotte," I point to my sister sitting on the beach towel at their feet, "Felicite," I pointed to my sister who was waist high in the water, "and Pheobe and Daisy," I pointed to the twins, who were splashing eachother with Felicite.

"Sweet," Sarah said, smiling.

"How about you?" I asked.

"Oh I only have my mom and dad and they're back at my place unpacking. Speaking of which I'm supposed to be helping them. Um, it was nice meeting you, Louis," she said. I couldn't help thinking as she walked away I had failed again. Little did I know that was not the case.