Beach Body

OMFG (Oh. My. Freaking. God)

Georgia Hydes' P.O.V:
I was not prepared for today. I really wasn't. Of all the wierd shit I've seen, I never would have expected this.
As soon as I turned on the TV, the remote fell from my hands. I was greeted, that morning, with a news report saying that Andre Mason was looking for "his girl with the beach body". The news reporter lifted an eyebrow, mischievously as she added "Andre Mason, himself, has written a statement. It says 'You know who you are. The gorgeous, British girl I met yesterday. Please see me again. Same time, same place.' Well, could this mystery, British girl be the one Andre will finally settle down with?"

*

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. He was looking for me? Of course he isn't. He's just looking for some other British chick he had yesterday. But what if he is looking for me? He isn't. But what if he is? Why me? I'm sure he isn't. You're not even that pretty. Shut up, Brain.

In the end, I decided to make a fool out of myself and go and meet him. What's the worst that could happen?

*

I snuck onto the area of the beach where I had met Andre, yesterday. I came at the same time, so sure enough, there was nobody here. I went and by the edge of the sea, watching the waves go up and down, further and further away from me.

Yet again, I jumped at the sound of a low, husky voice. There was no doubting, this time, it was definitely him. But why was he wearing a baseball cap?

"You came." He stated, almost relieved. "I thought you'd never come."

Yeah I'm wondering why I bothered, too. I thought.

"Maybe because you like me?" Shit! I'd been thinking out loud "And you don't want to admit it because you want me to think that you can't stand me."

"You're right." I mumbled, watching his face show a smug expression. Annoying bastard. "I can't stand you."

His smug face dropped and he gave a sigh of defeat.

"Then at least let me try and change that?" He said, his voice full of desperation. Why do you care so much?

"I highly doubt you'll change my mind." I retorted, staring at the sand below my feet.

"Then at least let me try." I was about to reply but he cut in. "Please, England."

"England?" I replied, having to look at his face for this, a brow raised in disbelief.

"Sure. You're from England." He stated as though it were the most obvious thing in the world "Besides, I couldn't get your accent outta my head yesterday."

I blushed at the thought of him thinking about me after I left him the way I did.

"Please." He pleaded "Just give me a chance."

I thought about it for a while, clearly leaving Andre in a state of desperation, in the silence.

"You have a week." My reply came out kind of squeaky, as my shyness affected my ability to talk. All the things he was saying to me (that are probably lies) made me very emotional and made my throat begin to close. His face rose from happiness. I looked up to make eye contact. I wanted to look away but I told myself that he had to know the importance of what I was about to say. "But only one week. You step out of line in that week and you'll never see me again. You prove to me that the rumours aren't true and maybe we can be friends. Are we clear?"

"Crystal, England." He replied with a smile.

Oh shit. What the fuck have I got myself into?

*

We sat on the sand, talking, for a while, Andre always keeping eye contact with me. To be honest I'm a little surprised that we haven't been bombarded by his personal stalkers or the paparazzi.

"No one would guess I'd be here." He replied. Shit, I have got to stop thinking out loud! "I usually spend most of my time being known as Hollywood's bad boy, so people just don't assume me to come to the beach to watch the sun set."

Something was pulling on my stomach. Like an eagerness to know more.
"So why do you come to watch the sun set?" I asked.

"It's a good place to get away, you know?" He said before adding "Believe it or not,the bad boy isn't me. It's just someone my manager tells me I have to be for the publicity. But it's not me."

"So what is you?" I asked, quietly, listening to the calm sound of the waves.

"I don't know yet." I heard him mumble. "I just know it's not who people think I am. I've spent so much time moulding myself to fit this person that people want me to be, that I never actually got a chance to know what the real me is."

His deep words stabbed into my heart. I guess I didn't realise how Andre felt about all this fame. I actually felt sorry for him. Snap out of it!

Right. Back to hating him. We'd been sat for so long, listening to the waves and watching the sun set, that I jumped at the sound of his voice.

"I'm sorry about the TV thing. I just had to see you again." I stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about what he just said.

"You're beautiful, you know?" I looked up to him in disbelief. Surely he had not just said what I think he said and in the way I think he said it? Nah,he couldn't have meant it like that. The dirty bastard probably just wanted to get in my pants.

"It's true!" He exclaimed, clearly seeing my disbelief. "And a beautiful girl has to have a beautiful name, right?"

I sighed and held out my hand to shake. "Georgia. Hydes."
I hadn't realised how soft but firm his hands were, until we shook hands. As soon as I let go my hand felt cold without his.

We had spent so long, looking out to sea, that I hadn't expected him to hold my hand. I jumped when he touched my hand which earned a mumbled 'sorry' and he let go. But before I knew what I was doing I carefully placed my hand in his and locked our fingers together. This is just because I feel sorry for him. I told myself. Yeah, that's definitely it.