Castaways

Bonus Chapter::1

Date: Unknown

"I think I have a sand rash where a sand rash shouldn't be," Andrew said, readjusting his shorts before sitting down.

I snorted. Sand rashes, as I have now learned, are legit. "I agree. I don't want to wear underwear anymore."

"Then don't. I wouldn't judge."

I gave him an odd look. "I'm not taking my pants off around you, Andrew, so keep it in your pants, little boy."

"Hannah, you know there is nothing little about--"

"Stop!" I cried, reaching across the chair handles and placing my hand over his mouth. "This is a public beach!"

"Then lets go somewhere where its not public." He suggested, standing up in his glorious swim trunks and new-and-improved abs. "Lets go back to the beach house."

I groaned in protest. "Can't I rest? We had a long night."

"We have to build you stamina, Hannah Banana, plus I have a surprise for you." HE said, grinning down at me while holding out his hand. His hair has grown so much since high school. He usually had a close shave but now its longer and falls into his eyes sexily. He also gained back his muscles and more, now graduating Stanford as the star quarterback and being drafted onto a professional team. He hasn't told me what team yet.

We're taking a weekend vacation, two weeks before we graduate from Stanford together. Andrew had enough of the stress with drafting and completing finals, and I had had enough of photography and journalism. These past months have been hectic, to say the least. Ever since the release of my story titled "Castaways" three years ago, publishing houses have been trying to snag me and sign to their business. As a recovering MIA senior  graduate from high school, I wanted to go to college first. I'd applied to Stanford on a whim, doubting i'd make it, but I did. They were interested in my story of getting stranded. Who was I to turn down Stanford?

Andrew applied there also behind everyone's back, including mine. There was apparently a scout from the school at his championship game, and they wanted him. His parents didn't like the idea only because Andrew was told his football years were over because of his head injury years ago. He couldn't afford Stanford without the scholarship, so his acceptance determined whether he'd accept the scholarship  or not, which he did in the end.

"Can it wait till the sun sets? I want to watch it, you know that." I murmured, throwing my arm over my eyes dramatically.

"Baby, please," He said softly, so softly that I knew he was serious. "I'll carry you if it makes you feel better."

I shrugged before saying. "Just carry all my stuff and we'll call it even."

He smiled before leaning down to eye level. "You're pushy," he said, "But I love that in a girl." He winked before placing a chaste kiss on my lips and stood straight. He picked up my flip flops and slipped them on my feet like I was Cinderella before grabbing the rest of our stuff.

"Good, because guys who like pushy girls are pretty cute." I said, grabbing his hand to help me up. I carried my chair and we headed back to the path that lead to our small beach house that we rented. I loved the place. It was in L.A., California, next to the publishers and the beach, something that's grown on me since the accident. We've been here multiple times throughout the years, and I've grown to love it as a second home from the apartment Andrew and I share.

"Put on something nice babe, I'm taking you on a date." He said once we walked in through the dark wood doors. "Meet me here back in ten."

"Ten?" I gasped, "You idiot! Ten is not enough for a date night!"