Keep To The Script (Complete)

~ Chapter 7 ~

'Yup, what had she gotten herself into', she questioned yet again as they drove to the beach just four hours later. He said he had someplace there or something and when he asked about her joining him for the weekend, she didn't know it meant a private house on the beach. However, as she unpacked her few items and stared at the water that was her backyard for the next three days, she really couldn't find it in herself to go on being upset.

It's not like the house was tiny with only one bedroom. It was a slightly bigger house with three bedrooms, although there wasn't nearly as much space as she would like, but she could make do. She just had to keep telling herself that they were friends. And honestly, what did it matter? It could just be that she was totally misreading the whole situation. It wasn't like she had tons of experience in the love department, really, so she could be blind.

"Ready?" She jumped back from the window and glanced at Angel in the doorway.

"For what?" she asked.

"To hit the beach. You are not spending the whole time in this room or on the patio. You need to enjoy the sun and the waves." She wanted to protest; she really did. But she glanced out the window and the water that was calling her name. Besides, how can one come to California from the Midwest and not enjoy the beach, right?

"Fine, I'm coming," she told him, walking over to him but he held up his hand.

"You are not enjoying my beach in jeans and a tee shirt. Didn't you bring a suit of some sort?"

"Well, no, I wasn't expecting to sunbathe! Come on, let me go." He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. With a frustrated huff, she clearly saw how determined he was, and she rolled her eyes. "Fine. Give me five minutes to at least change!" He chuckled and backed out of the doorway, shutting it behind him. She went through her suitcase and pulled out a tank top and a pair of shorts. At least she thought to grab some stuff since it was warmer. With a shake of her head, she quickly changed and slipped on her flip-flops before yanking the door open. "Will this suffice now?" His eyes slowly trailed over her, and the corner of his lips lifted up into one of the wickedest smirks she had ever seen.

"I'd like a little less on you, but this will work. Come on," he told her, not giving her time to process what he just told her. Okay, she might be limited in the areas of love, but she wasn't dumb, and he was flirting with her! Why? But she didn't get a moment, again, to toss that around in her mind before he was heading outside into the gorgeous sun and the serenading sounds of the waves. She stopped, closed her eyes, and just allowed the whole moment to wash over her. Yes, this was exactly what she needed to recharge those creative stems in her brain.

"Wow, it just feels amazing. Is it cooler by the beach or something?" He stood beside her, allowing her to de-stress for the time being, and nodded.

"It actually is. A lot of people don't think about it, but the wind coming off the ocean makes things cooler. Besides that, all the buildings in and around LA obviously keep the heat in and gets hotter."

"I should have known that." After another deep breath, she waved her hand for him to keep walking. "Is this your place?" she asked, pointing out the house.

"It's a family home. I bought it, sure, but anyone in my family can come to stay. They just have to let me know and get the key."

"You sure spoiled yourself with your money when you got big huh?" He chuckled and shook his head.

"To some degree. I did a lot of other stuff as well. Like helping my brother. I also took care of some things at my parent's house. Helped my sister take care of her baby when the dad left." She stopped to look at him and slowly shook her head. "What?" he asked.