The Social Virgin. [✔]

13. Californian Blues.

Tiana(left) and Marilyn(right)

Tiana's P.O.V

Jordan's birthday was coming up soon and I wanted to do something for him. This wasn't no secret at all. I can't keep up with that bullshit and he doesn't like it.

What was supposed to be a regular tutoring lesson turned into a beach day.

Even though this isn't my first photo shoot I'm nervous because others would be there looking at me....judging me while Fabian takes the shot. I like it better when it's just Fabian and I.

Casey has reassured me many times that it would be fun...let's see about that.

I ran down stairs with my yellow beach bag and into the kitchen where I had stached the last rice crispy between the fridge and the counter.

My phone vibrated with a text from Jordan.

Jordan: So where do u want me to meet you?

Me: At Malibu Beach. Bring your bathing suit, towel, and all that necessary shit. We are going swimming bih ;)

Jordan: I hate the beach

Me: Why is that?!?!

Jordan: I just do.

Me: Ugh your so difficult! At least come. I don't want to be lonely. It's gnna be a party afterwards.

Jordan: Don't you have Casey to be with you

Me: Yes but I would appreciate it more if both my besties would be there :))

Jordan: Ok I will come but not now. Is @5 good?

Me: Perfecto. Ily!!

Jordan: Yeah yeah.

I started jumping up and down excitedly. My persuasion worked ok once again.

"Girl are you ok?" Mom asked me while looking at me like I turned into some alien.

With half a crispy in my mouth I managed to reply "Yes I am".

"What manage to get you all that excited?" She asked again. "Nothing really. Just that I got Jordan to come to the beach with Cas and I".

"Hmm Jordan? All I hear is Jordan, Jordan, Jordan nowadays. I have yet to meet him" Mom sas me and placing a hand on her hip that made me laugh.

"Mom don't worry I'll introduce you guys. He's chill. I think you will like him"

"I bet he is. Have a great time sweetie. Tell Casey and Fabian I said Hi"

"I will".

With that I was gone. Without make up or anything since all that will be at the beach. It's a ten minute drive from my house to the beach but parking took up five minutes. I don't park my little baby just anywhere.

On the isolated beach there was nobody except a big tent covering the majority of the perimeter then the models over by the shore line as waves crashed against the rocks.

The wind picked up my hair and traveled behind me as a tail. The sea breeze wasn't too warm as usual. It was beginning to feel a bit cool in the October sky.

Entering inside Hollister gates where the whitest song was being played. A Thousand Miles by some blonde chick was their all time favorite.

Gazing around the place to see that it wasn't just models or photographers at the beach. People absorbing the scenery watching the move of everyone here. I took off my shades to get a better look.