ʙᴜʙʙʟᴇɢᴜᴍ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ | BAXTER RADIC

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"i'm baxter."

he must've read her thoughts, because she was about to ask him about his name just to break the silence.

"alexandra."

"i will call you alex."

"you will not call me at all."

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and just when alexandra had a feeling the boy, baxter, will leave her alone, he started to talk, and the next thing she knew - they were drinking beer and sharing their life stories. alexandra was not like that, she was always careful, always kept her things to herself, but with this boy it just felt so natural. he couldn't shut up for a second and alxandra felt like someone actually wanted to talk to her without pitying her.

"you actually set their surf club on fire?"

"i did. that's why i'm not allowed to cary a lighter."

"are you serious?"

"no, of course not. i have a lighter. i just needed an opportunity to get close to you."

her heart just skipped a beat. partly because she couldn't remember what it felt like when someone is flirting with you, on the other hand because the weight of beer she had this night was not healthy amount of alcohol for her.

he was not kidding, tho.pink haired boy pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter then put one of the cigarettes between his lips. and just before he snapped a lighter their eyes met and alexandra's heart skipped a beat again - this time not because of the alcohol or flirting, but because of the way his eyes looked while te sun is rising, and the way he was gripping cigarette between his teeth, and the way his finger was sliding down the lighter.

unable to say a word, she prayed that he'll say something and that she'll get down om earth. or that a lightimh will struck and she'll drop dead by the sea. she prayed for literally anything to happen to take her mind off his abs or arm, or eyes, or smile.

"you sure you don't want one?"

he opened a pack and turned it towards her, her eyes fell on a cigarettw pack and there were only two left. which gave her the feeling he was a constant smoker, but he just spent 4 hours with her and no cigarette was lit. she nodded her head and he put his cigarettes away. for a moment he looked at the sea, wandering, and alexandra couldn't help but wonder what was he thinking about.

he just told her about the accident he had at his last surfing club, and she felt somehow obligated to share some dark and twisted story with him.

"i surf. i did, at least."

he immediately turned his head back to her, his eyes were, somehow, bigger, like he was thrilled to hear something like thay coming out of her mouth. alexandra nodded her head.

"i haven't stepped on a surf board for a little over four years. "

" do you miss it?"

"every day."

"what's stopping you?"

"look, pretty boy, this is all the information you'll get from me."

he smiled once agan, and for the god's sake, alexandra felt like she might faint.

" looks like we'll have to do this again."

he bit his lip and his fingers ran through his hair, alexandra thought this things happen only in movies. he did, though, look like he came straight out of some movie with a lot of hot, problematic surfers that came out to be sweetest people possible.

he let her know he had some stuff going on early in the morning, and it was already 5am. just when he was about to leave alexandra decided to ask one more question.

"what's with the pink hair, pretty boy?"

"it's not pink, it's fuchsia."

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