the whisper of the waves

Chapter 4

Second day of my summer trip. I guess it's a good day to look around, get to know the area, maybe go down to the lake? I guess we'll see!

Getting up from bed, I put on my favorite bikini, a button up shirt(unbuttoned) and some white jean shorts. I made a PB&J, got on my bike, and just rode. I let the bike take me wherever it wanted to go, at this point I really didn't care.

When I pulled out from where my camper was I turned right, went past Blake's spot (he was cooking breakfast over the fire) and down a steep hill. At the bottom of the hill there was a sharp left turn, I decided turning left would be okay. As I approached the turn a car was starting to take it, I put on my hand brakes, falling onto the road. I scraped up my hand, knee, elbow, side and ankle pretty bad. As I tried to get up, I felt a pain in my arm, probably the worst pain I've ever felt.

The person in the car just drove away, not caring if I am okay or not. I tried pushing myself up, it really didn't work. Next thing I know, Blake is standing above me, trying to see if i was okay. At least somebody cared. He was asking my name, if I wanted him to get my brother, if I know what happened. I couldn't hear him though, I was too focused on his features. His dark blonde hair, piercing blue eyes. He has too many muscles to be a swimmer, but I could tell he was athletic, and by his perfect tan, I guessed that he does a water sport. (Hopefully surfing?)

I snapped out of it and Blake looked worried. I answered all of his questions in one short sentence, "My name is Stevie, my arm hurts too much to get up, and it would be pretty cool if you could help me get back to my camper."

At this point he was already helping me up, handling me very gently, as though if he touched me he might break me more. I look down at my arm for the first time and it's turning purple and it has a huge bump near my wrist. This can not be good.

Blake took my bike and walked with me, but he stopped near his camper and invited me in. I had to get my arm looked at and I'm 99 percent sure that he is not a doctor. I went into his camper anyway and he got out a first aid kit and started cleaning my scrapes.

"My dad will be home soon," Blake said.

I responded with "Okay, but I need to get my arm looked at!"

That is when he said "my dad is a doctor, he can look at it and even take you into the hospital to get a cast! Trust me, it will be a lot faster than going to the emergency room," it now made sense as to why he took me to his camper. He put a make-shift splint on my arm so I wouldn't move it.

When he was putting the splint onto my arm I couldn't help but stare at him, I know it sounds creepy, but it's hard to look away from his perfect features.

In that moment, when I was looking at his eyes, he looked up and into mine. His beautiful blue eyes seemed to be looking deep into my soul. I looked down, blushed and tried to find something to say, but all I could think to say was "thanks, for, erm, fixing me..."

I am probably the most awkward girl on earth right now.