Wishful Thinking

Chapter Six

chapter six

               "Are we seriously doing this?" I asked again.

               Lynn simply wasn't satisfied with being the only one submerged in new things this summer, and being the darling little angel she is, she's dragging us (Carter included, who's family had put the house search on hold) all down with her.

               I cringed at the sight of the longboard Lynn had taken me out to buy. My fingers were clammy and Ava and Carter didn't seem to be doing so well either.

               Lynn put her hair up into a loose bun. "Yes. You have no say." She slapped her hands onto her waist in a determined manner, her eyes glancing from the board to the sea, then the board again.

               We each had a surfboard fit for our body types. Since none of us knew how to surf, Lynn felt certain that wikiHow could teach us. Lynn sighed as she examined the instructions on her phone. "We have our wetsuits," She confirmed, "a leash for each of us, our waxed board and our bodies. We're all set equipment wise."

               Carter kicked at the sand. "Can we not do this?" He whined.

               Lynn shot him an angry look, looking dangerous despite her freckles and friendly eyes. "No," she snapped. "The waves seem good for a first surf today and that's what were doing."

               She was right. Since our arrival, this was one of the few cool winter days. The wave welcomed us with eager arms. Not too rough, and not too gentle. Oh... Oh my.

               Lynn tapped her finger to her chin. "I'll be right back." With that she turned in the other direction, walking along the beach and talking to every few people she came across.

               I crossed my arms and stared at my remaining friends. "Should we run?" I asked.

               Ava looked as if she was considering it, but she shook her head. "Where would we go?"

               I shrugged. "Carter's room." I suggested.  "Or the gym. She'd never expect you to go to the gym, but unlike Carter's room, the gym is open to the public." I spoke nonchalantly, until I remembered the rooms behind the door I had only recently discovered. "I mean suite." I added, correcting myself. I looked to Carter for approval when I remembered he was still there.

               But, alas, it was too late. Lynn was running towards us, kicking up sand as she sprinted. She held the wrist of an unfortunate girl, who seemed out of breath as she tried to keep up. Our group of three waved unenthusiastically at her.

               Lynn pushed the hair out of her face when she arrived. "This is Milo." She gestured at the panting girl. "She's been surfing for a few years now, and she's going to be our instructor of sorts."

               Milo finally caught her breath, and she shyly smiled up at us underneath her long eyelashes. She cleared her throat, and stood taller, as if trying to get into a more professional state.

               "I've been riding my short board for almost a year, but before that I rode longboard." Milo informed. "I'll do my best to help you." Milo had a low voice and Australian accent. She looked about twenty and her brown hair fell around her tan frame in curly layers. Her shy smile was bright and her green eyes were confident.

               We introduced ourselves one by one. Milo crossed her arms behind her back and stretched them over her head. "Alright," she said.