Dancing in the Rain

Chapter Seven: Surf Lessons

Chapter Seven: Surf Lessons

Rob’s Point of View

The rest of the week passes slower than I expect, but before I know it, it’s finally the weekend.

And, of course, it’s seven freaking am when Taylor decides to wake me up. On a Saturday. A god damned Saturday.

She’s blasting some song from her phone, right in my ear. I groan as grumpily as I can, turning over with my pillow over my head.

“Rise and shine, sleepy head! It’s Saturday, and there’s a whole island to explore!” She calls in a singsong voice.

I mutter a few curse words, but she just jerks my pillow out of my grasp and proceeds to whack me with it.

I jerk up, my head feeling like a ton of bricks, and glare at her. “Holy shit! Taylor! It’s seven!” I snap, genuinely angry.

She just laughs, and I consider punching her in the gut. “So? It’s seven! The sun’s rising!”

“I don’t give a rip about the sun rising!” I groan, falling back on my bed and pulling the covers over my head to block the light from getting to my eyes.

I hear a gasp and the music stops. “What!? But it’s the sunrise! It’s beautiful! Haven’t you ever been to the beach before, silly?” She whacks me with the pillow again.

“Yes, Taylor. And I don’t care. Also, stop hitting me with your pillow.”

“Oh god, get off you man period, Rob.” She says, giving an exasperated sigh. “Lighten up for once. The early bird gets the worm, you know.” She sits down on the bed, patting my head, which is still covered by a quilt.

“I don’t eat worms,” I mutter, but then realize maybe I am being a bit of a grump. All she wants is to watch the sunrise with me, after all. As if to punctuate my thoughts, a pouty sigh escapes her, and I can feel her getting off of the bed.

“Fine then. I’ll watch it myself.” She leaves the room and goes out onto the deck, and I pull the covers down, sighing. “Ugh, I’m coming...” I call after her and I see her turn around, grinning. “Yay!”

I can’t help but crack a smile back, and I somehow get out of bed, putting on my slippers and shuffling out to the deck. Taylor raises her eyebrows at me, and I just roll my eyes, and look out past the railing.

Whoa.

Now I see what she means. The sunrise. It really is beautiful.

The sky is a pink-orange, and bright white light spills out over the shops and beach houses in the distance, covering everything in front of it in a soft golden light. Seagulls fly over head near strips of cloud, cawing as they go, and I can hear the soft crash of the ocean from behind the house.

Taylor must notice my awed expression, because she laughs. “See! I told you.”

I can feel lopsided grin spread across my face. “You’re right,” I admit, not being able to keep my eyes off of the sight.

She smiles, walking back into my room, and I reluctantly tear my eyes away from the scene and follow her.

“What we gonna do today, ‘Bert?”

I squint at her. “Don’t call me that.”

She giggles. “Fine. But seriously. What are we doing?”

I look wistfully at my bed, wanting to sleep, before glancing back up at her. “Uh...how about those surf lessons Hunter was talking about last week?”