¿ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴀʟ? ✰𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕩 𝕋𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝟙-𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

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The Girl From Ipanema (California)

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Listening to the never-ending waves of the ocean softly crash against the California shore and feeling the fresh breeze brush against skin like a kiss was a satisfying way to de-stress. His open beach shirt gently flapped against his skin, his toned body available to any peering eyes of any woman who may fancy him. A small fringe of his gelled back hair constantly swept across his forehead. As annoying as it was, he let it be and continued to look out into the blue waters as he drowned out his friends' conversation.

His feet were dug into the cool sand, and small grains were a nuisance as they somehow managed to get stuck on his hands and just a bit in his hair. One of the worst things about going to a beach; sand. But the best part is admiring all the beauties in a respectful way from where he sat. Every woman who walked by the shore was different from the rest. From the curliest hair to the most straight. Tallest, to shortest.

He sat on the sand as his arms were positioned on his knees. He had his head lowered to look at the sand that was between his legs, and he couldn't help but look up every single time when a figure would walk by the shore.

Out of boredom, he picked up his empty beer bottle and looked through the glass of bottle from the brim. He held it up like he was a pirate, looking for the missing treasure.

"Find some gold yet," the drummer gave him a sparky smile as he took at him through his shades.

"Nah," Alex shook his head and brought the bottle down, realizing how silly he must have looked, "Just looking out to the water."

"Let us know if you find something, marauder."

"Marauder? Seriously?" Alex gave a small laugh and once again brought the bottle to his left eye. The trees and figures were all dismorphed by the glass as he kept finding different objects or people to focus on, "I can promise you now I have no intentions of stealing whatever gold I find or better yet, a lady..."

He paused his words with a slightly opened mouth as he watched a young woman, not much younger than he, very slowly make her way to the shore. He brought the bottle down and tilted his head downward so he could take a proper look at her without the tint of his sunglasses.

The sun completely enhanced her skin tone to the point she looked like she was surrounded by gold. The way she carried herself was full of confidence and so modest. He watched her legs with dilated pupils as she placed one foot in front of the other, making her way across the shore while briefly coming in contact with the waves that touched the sand.

He trailed his eyes upward and subconsciously closed his mouth and bit his tongue to refrain himself from doing something stupid. He let his eyes look at her clothing, a tan see through cover up skirt which was sheer. He didn't let his eyes linger much longer, but he saw her frame from the small swim shorts she wore underneath. He very much appreciated the sight her flowy halter top showed. By all means, it wasn't much, but it was enough in his books to have his heart speed up.

She seemed so lovely, too. No doubt it'd be easy to make her smile. Alex subconsciously turned his lips into a smile as he saw her face turn towards the group of four young men but turned back forward to continue walking.

"You pinning for her?" Matt got real close to his personal space, "I thought you said no ladies on our trip?"

"I did say that, but come on," Alex assured the group as he stood up to go get another beer and possible take a small smoke, "It's not like anything is going to happen."

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Nonchalant was all he had to be as he walked past her. He did his absolute best to try and make it look like he never saw her presence, but it was hard for him to do. And he was failing miserably. He made sure to leave his shirt where he and his friends were so he could give her something to look at when he passed by.