summer rain || pjm.

ten

 Layla

I approached bus guy who was wearing a rash guard swimsuit, like mine.

He was holding two surfboards.

"How did you get the other one?" I asked him as I was tying my hair.

"I had a spare one," He said.

I nodded in response.

We went to the shore and he started by teaching me how to balance myself on a surfboard.

He demonstrated it to me by going on top of his surfboard and placing both his arms on his sides forming a 'T'.

"Try following this position." He said.

I placed the surfboard in front of me and sighed, preparing myself.

I went on top of which was already a struggle.

I was sitting down on the board since I still didn't know how to balance myself.

Bus guy hopped off his surfboard, looking at me.

I slowly stood up, trying to balance my weight.

Failed.

My legs stretched going up but instantly went down as gravity heaved at my chest.

The guy, being near me, tried to catch me.

He placed his arm on my back just in time, preventing me from collapsing on water, which could lead to a back flop.

My sight was blocked by his gorgeous face with water dripping on them.

His eyes were looking at my surfboard, which I was on top of.

He looked more attractive up close.

He let go of me when I regained balance.

"Thanks," I said, blatantly.

We started becoming serious about learning how to ride a surfboard.

I stood up while I was standing on top of the surfboard, him at the back of me.

He was supporting my back, trying to keep me from falling this time.

A lot of fails but one successful, gaining a compliment from Mr. bus stop dude.

The day passed quickly and we decided to end it for now.

We changed and met up in the lobby.

We went to the resort's restaurant and ordered our dinner.

"Where's your brother?" I asked him, for I never met his brother.

His brother was probably the one with him the second time we met.

"He went home already since he had to finish some business" He explained.

The food came and we started to dig in.