Surfer babe-McBusted

PARTAY

Me and James are sat on our little cove, we've finished surfing and now we're laying side by side as we look out over the ocean and at the beautiful sunset. I turn to James and gasp in awe, "I-it's beautiful James, I can't believe I've never come at this time before".

He rolls over to face me and stares into my eyes as intensely with his own blue orbs that match the colour of the sea before us, "It is isn't it" He whispers to me all the while keeping his eyes locked to mine. I suddenly realise just how close we are to each other; I can see the soft hint of maybe two day old stubble that lines his jaw, his blonde hair slick against his forehead from our surf in the sea, his lips pink and unavoidably inviting. Our arms are gently touching, he's holding my hands in his own before he detaches one hand and brings it towards my cheek, brushing a loose lock of hair out of my face. He begins to lean in, I can smell the hint of peppermint on his breath and feel the warmth hit my neck making me shiver. I lean in too and dive head first into his ocean blue orbs. Our lips are centimetres apart from each other so I close my eyes and-

"DING"

"Oh my god"

"she snores like a pig"

"more like a whale"

"she's drooling"

"DING DING DING"

I open my eyes  and look up to see four people staring down at me, I look around and see that I'm lying sprawled out behind the counter in the shop I work at, I mentally face palm.

"HI! Welcome to Sarah's Boutique, how may I help you?!" I say hurriedly, my cheeks burning brightly as I see who the customers are.

"Urgh, this place's customer service is awful, well obviously it would be, I mean they hired YOU" Zoe says.

Yeah Zoe, you remember Zoe? No? That girl from my college. You know, sleek waist length blonde hair to die for, figure to die for, blue eyes to die for, cherry lips to die for, personality like Satan? Yeah, that's the one

"Wait outside for me Ells, you don't want to be stuck in this dump waiting" She says with a laugh, dismissing her best friend Ellie.

"I want a new dress, something chic" She says to me, flicking her hair over her shoulder, giving me a fake smile, applying lip gloss and shifting her hand bag further up her arm all at the same time. I stare in awe before I collect myself.

"Oh uh yeah sure, right this way" I mumble as I lead her to the dress section.

I pick out dresses and lay them out for her to see, taking out the ones she says look like they came from her Grandma's closet. She's in the changing rooms trying on dresses when her shrill voice annoyingly breaks the silence I was savouring.

"So Anne"

"It's Anya" I reply coldly

"Yeah yeah whatever, ANYA. So how much are James and Danny paying you to be their hoe" She asks sweetly.

I almost choke on my own saliva at her forwardness and then rage overtakes me.

"How dare you! We are really good friends! Nothing more, nothing less. They certainly aren't PAYING me to do anything!" I spit at her through the changing room curtain.

"Ok, ok whatever you say Anne" she says under her breath

"ANYA it's ANYA" I all but scream at her.

"And what? don't you believe me?" I ask her.

She chuckles dryly, "well, come on sweetie, you can hardly blame me. I mean why would anyone famous want to be friends with YOU?" she asks laughing.