Lost in the waves of Santa Carla

Chapter Four

I arrived back at the house before anyone else, When I pulled up grandpa was sitting on the porch a pipe in his hand. The smell of weed drifted into the air. He took a lighter and put it up to the bowl, pulling the smoke deep into his lungs. As he exhaled, he held it out to me. I took it without hesitation, mimicking his action. As I held it in, he started laughing. Not being able to withhold the laughter, I released the smoke. "What's so *cough* funny, gramps?" He took the bowl back, "Never expected that my first bowl I share was going to be with you. I honestly thought it'd be Mike." "How do you think I stay so mellow, gramps? Mom falling apart, Mike doesn't know who he is or what he wants, and Sam... well let's just say I think Sam bats for the same team I do. He just doesn't know it yet. " My last comment made Grandpa choke a little, starting a huge coughing fit. Soon we were high as kites, passing the bowl between us until the lights of mom's car heading our way made us exit the porch.
The next morning, The bonfires from the previous night are smoldering in the morning haze and Runaway kids sleep on the beach.
Michael and I park our bikes near a surf shack. Sam slid off from bwhind me, each one of us renting a board and some wet suits. Sam wines at us, saying he wasnt interested in the waves or the board. "C'mon Sammy, you dont know if you like it if you dont try." He pouts at me and runs to catch up with Mike.
Mike and I had been surfing before, a family vacation to Hawaii before Sam was born. We both fell in love with it, the gentle movement of the water, until a wave came and we would ride it out. Under Mike's instruction, Sam did pretty well. He was getting used to it until he wiped out twice. After that he gave up and sat on the sand enjoying the light breeze.
Michael and I where enjoying the waves, until another surfer came and clipped his board. I swam over to him, helping him back on his board. "Hey asshole, what's your problem??" The guy smirks, "My beach, my wave, dude." I flip him off and tell Mike "Lets go, Assholes tend to pollute the water." I made sure to say it loud enough. We grabbed Sam, yurned in our boards and went home until the sun touched the land once again.
Mom, Sam and Mike all left for the boardwalk, I was reversing my own bike when Grandpa came out. "Where you headed to Missy?" "The boardwalk, wanna ride?" Grandpa laughed, pulling a joint out of his pocket. "Nah, I'll stay where I'm comfortable. Here," he threw a small cigarette container at me. I cracked it open and 4 joints where inside. "Relax tonight. Enjoy it." He then winked at me and went inside. Take it to Grandpa to support my weed habit.
I pulled up on the beach, finding a secluded spot. Reaching for my lighter I grabbed a joint Grandpa had gave me. I lit it up, the fumes filling my lungs. It was around sunset, the big star settling itself down, hiding away after a hard day's work.
It was quiet, Until the asshole from earlier today approached me. "Didn't I say my beach, my waves." He then looked around, seeing it was just me, him and his cronies. My bike parked behind me. "Well.. you are pretty hot. You could stay, if you pay that is." I couldn't help but giggle. His faced turned red, reaching over he grabbed my jacket. My face dropped the smile. " Let go." The guy laughed, looking back at his friends. "Or what?" I reached over, trailing his hand slowly with my own, prying each finger. When he started to relax, I quickly placed my hand on his elbow and pushed in. I didn't stop until I heard a snap. The dude whined and groaned, his scream filled the air. "Don't fuck with people you don't know. You fucking douchebag." Leaving the dude on his knees, I got on my bike and left.
If that guys friends would've jumped in, I would've been screwed. I felt bad that my high got burned off before I could enjoy it. Adrenaline always kills the rush. I was looking for one of my brothers as I rode around on the boardwalk. I saw Mike with a pretty girl. As Mike and the girl approach Michael's Honda, the Lost Boys arrive on their motorcycles. A young boy sits behind the Paul. David is looking smug, as Michael looks around uneasy; out-classed and out-numbered. David lookes at the girl, "And..Where you going?" His voice resembled the amusement on his face. "For a ride." She was agressive in her reply, her hands grinding into each other. David glanced at Michael, using his chin to nod at him. "With him?" The girl nods. David GUNS his bike, letting it rev up and down. "I'm David. (indicates the others) Paul... Dwayne... Marko." The little boy glares at Mike, "Hi... I'm Laddie." The girl replies,"This is Michael."
At this point I pull my bike in next to Mike. "MY Brother." I said with emphasis. Mike turned to me,"Lexi..I..." I turned to him and glared. "Mike, you know better than to move on someone elses girl." The girl in question looked at me, "I'm Star and he didnt move in. Im not his girl. Im more like...his sister." Silence. Nobody moves, but glances are exchanged all around. Mike cleared his throat and looked at Star, "Are we still going" David smirkes looking at Mikes bike, "Honda 250, huh?" Mike nodded, when David turned once more to Star. "C'mon, Star. Climb on."? Mike sends her a confused look," Star?.." She gives him an apologetic look, then climbs onto the motorcycle behind David. David lokks at us both, "Know where Hudson's Bluff is? Overlooking the point?" David again revs his engine and Michael gets his meaning. Mike looks at him, "I can't beat a Triumph." I smirked, "I can." David "You don't have to beat me, Michael. (pause) Just try to keep up." My comment was ignored, the 6 of us leaving the boardwalk.