Goodbye Graceful (Ronnie Radke love story, 3rd book in The Drug In Me series )

22. Competition

**** Sorry guys, here's the update (finally, I know oops)
Hope you enjoy! It's pretty long (I think at least. 1927 words).

Picture of a proud father and his beautiful little baby ****

The party was fun, aside from all the times James and co. decided to crash our little party and annoy the fuck out of us.

Which was basically the entire time. So it was pretty much a waste of time. Which was sad, because I really wanted that party to be a good time.

I was trying to sleep, but the sun was creeping in, and Leah was texting someone, probably Ryan. I groaned at her but she didn't pay any attention.

I gave up trying to sleep when I heard her giggle softly, her cheeks puffing out as she tried to keep it from bursting out loudly.

I sat up quickly and stared at her before she could change her face back to a mask. She had a full smile, her eyes glinting in what could only be described as blissful glee.

I wanted to know what he had said that had made her so blissfully happy, because I wanted her to always look like this.

I wanted her to always have this look on her face, I wanted her to always be this happy.

"What did he say?" I asked, smirking and leaning over. She hid her phone in her chest and looked at me with a poker face.

"Who?" she asked innocently, and I shook my head and grabbed her shoulder. "Don't bullshit me Leah, I know. What did Ryan say?" I asked, smiling at her.

I kind of missed the glowing look on her face; the smile was reduced to a secretive tight line, but her eyes were still glimmering, though dimmer now.

"I don't know what you're talking about" she said, sitting up and throwing her legs over the edge of the bed.

"Did he call you babe or something? Ask you out? Tell you the obvious:that you're beautiful? What? What was it so I can make sure he always does it so you'll always have that intensely happy look on your face?" I asked, grinning at her.

She blushed and said nothing, standing up and walking out of the room.

"FINE, BUT I'LL TALK TO HIM IF I DON'T GET IT FROM YOU" I yelled after her, and I just knew she was flipping me off through the walls.

I just laughed and got up, getting into a bikini and walking to the back door.

I got my surf board and ran towards the water.

I had gotten a bit better at surfing. Nothing fancy, but I could manage to stay standing and ride a wave, relatively.

The sun was just rising, sending a golden glow to the sky.

It looked like some sort of thing you'd see on a fancy card: the golden sky, with easy, tumbling waves and a golden sandy beach.

I paddled out and sat for a while, watching the sun rise higher into the sky. Then, the waves started getting bigger when the wind started picking up.

I rode out a few waves before getting on my knees. I went over another wave and then I stood up slowly.

I placed one foot forward, the other back, both angled outwards for maximum balance.

I bent my knees and shifted my legs so that I was pointed straight ahead.

Then I took a deep breath and turned at the last minute, doing a messy 360 at the top of the wave. I ended up falling, but I didn't really care much.

There was something about being on the water; it's like you were part of the wave, an addition to the water. You weren't riding on the wave, you were riding with the wave.