Laundry Boy (Currently Editing)

Chapter Four

Okay so there I was eating the deliciousness that are chicken nuggets when suddenly inspiration struck. And I present to you Chapter Four.

~Please excuse any and all mistakes~

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I was waxing down one of the boards as I waited for my next 'student' to show up. I've had three so far, each session has lasted about an hour with a 30 minute break in between each one. What my mother failed to mention is that not only do I get paid by the hotel for this, I get tips. I've already made 150 bucks. It's great. I reflected back on the lessons as I rymthically waxed the board down.

During the first lesson I taught a young family. The mother was a fast learner but, the father was terrible. He couldn't get any of movements down but, there seven year old son was the best out of all three. His name was Alex. He already had this little surfer look going on, with his shaggy brown hair and bright blue eyes. I had them start out on the sand, so they could learn how to get up, stand, and paddle on their board. After my first demonstration Alex had gotten it almost instantly. He was a natural. I took them out in the water for the last ten minutes of the session and they said they'd definitely be calling me again for more lessons. So I guess you could say it was a success.

Unfortunately none of my other pupils had been as talented as the kid. My next student was a cocky college kid on summer break. He was a complete meathead. I tried showing him a few demonstrations but, he kept interrupting me and demanded that we go into the water because, apparently learning is lame. So I took him out on some of the smaller waves and to put it simply he epically failed. Let's just say muscle does not float. He wiped out so many times I started to feel bad for him. So, I tired giving him a few pointers and he completely blew me off. I don't get why he was even paying for lessons because, he obviously wasn't there to learn.

My third session consisted of a couple on their honeymoon. They did okay but, the whole lovey-dovey thing was starting to make me feel sick. I'm pretty sure they made out at least five hundred times during the hour lesson. I was able to get them out on the water for the last twenty minutes of their session but, they didn't really follow any of my instructions. When they wiped out they just ended up kissing underwater because, I guess it's romantic. There is nothing romantic about trying to kiss while waves pound into you and saltwater goes up your nose and into your mouth.

I had just finished waxing the board down when a heard a snarky voice filled with disbelief behind me.

"No freaking way."

I spun around coming face to face with the girl from room 300. I mentally groaned. No way. How is that even possible. I've seriously got to be the most unlucky person in all of California.

"You've got to be kidding me." I exclaimed dragging a hand through my hair letting out an incredulous laugh. She scowled crossing her arms over her light gray tank-top. Her light brown hair was pulled into a long braid that came over her shoulder and she was wearing a pair of dark blue shorts. I could see dark blue straps tied around her neck indicating that she was wearing a bathing suit.

"You're the surfing instructor?" She asked in disbelief.

"Yeah." I said simply.

"Well I already paid in advance and they said no refunds. So I guess we're stuck with each other." She said dropping her arms letting them dangle by their side. I blinked in surprise, this was the first time I'd ever seen her even remotely relaxed. She looked good.