Surf's Up

Chapter 2.

"Seriously Dylan, it's a five minute walk, I'll be fine, you don't have to drive me!" I plead but Dylan doesn't take it. He shakes his head, handing me a piece of toast and escorting me out onto the road.

"Come on, I haven't seen you in ages, just let me walk you down there?" He asks, smiling and looking towards the beach. He looks very stereotypical surfer at the moment. He clearly hasn't cut his long shaggy hair in a while, and is nearly at his chin. He's got surf shorts on because from what I've heard him and Finn are catching a few waves in the afternoon. He's rocking a pair of raybans, that I think may actually be mine.

"Fine." I agree sullenly and he drapes his arm over my shoulders. He's somewhat taller so has to lean down quite a lot. I smile at how perfect these last couple of days have been going. It's strange not having my gals by my side at every moment of every day. We'd planned to spend the whole of Summer Break down on the beach together, checking out hotties, getting one hell of a tan, sleeping over at each others houses every night, but things don't always go to plan.

As of he was reading my mind Dylan pulls out his earphones and passes one to me before putting the other one in himself. He starts playing some music and we bounce down the highstreet smiling.

We arrive some time later, and I'm slightly early so I invite Dylan in for a couple minutes before opening time.

"Nah, sorry Em, I've got to get back to Finn, he should probably wake up now." He shakes his head before pulling me in for a hug, kissing me on the cheek and leaving the store. I hum as I get the till ready for another busy day when Jerk-Face emerges from the darkness from his Evil Lair. I smile widely at him and he hisses back.

"Who was that?" He hisses. Well he fore sure isn't a morning person. Wait, he's not particularly very nice at any time in the day to be honest. "Is that your 'boyfriend'?" He asks, not waiting for my reply.

"No." I laugh at the thought and he nods sullenly before returning into the shadows. I roll my eyes and skip over to the door to change the sign to open. I scream through to Jerk-Face from the underworld informing I've opened the shop.

"If you keep that level of noise up you'll scare off the customers." He says in monotone.

"Yeah, 'I'll' scare off the customers." I mumble sarcastically.

"Also you should wear more subtle colours, it's giving me a headache." He smirks. Its not that bright. It's just a very blue T-Shirt. I smooth down the T-Shirt feeling slightly self-conscious.

"Sorry your highness." I say curtsying slightly.

"Now that's the service I was looking for." He smirks re-arranging the surf boards. Naturally my eyes roll, but end up staring at his muscles in his arm, and strangely in his back. Now those are some sexy shoulders.

If only he were a nice guy, then maybe. But Jerk-Face will always be a Jerk-Face. Oh well, Ce La Vie.

My day consists of sweeping, using the till, listening to customers and ignoring Jerk-Face. This should've been easy, right? I sneak a glance at Jerk-Face towards the end of the day, before we pack up to see him leaning on the desk, his slight brown curls falling onto his forehead. He's in a baggy burgundy tank top that really brings out his glittering blue eyes. He's also wearing typical surfer boy shorts.

He looks up and makes awkward eye contact with me. Before I whip my head down in sheer embarrassment I see Jerk-Face smirk and wink? Yes, he literally just winked at me. Jesus.

"Feeling cheeky today, are we?" I ask, tutting at his cheekiness.

"I guess one could say that, or they could say that they think it's cute that you're so attracted to them that they can barely contain themselves. But let's be honest, who wouldn't be attracted to this?" He says gesturing to his body. My jaw drops in sheer embarrassment and shock.

"I...I'm n..not attracted to you!" I manage to stutter out and he raises his eyebrows before giving me a look as if to say Who are you kidding? "Good question, who would want to date you, Jerk Face?" I mutter at the end, pulling a strand of hair behind my hair and dipping my head.

"Sorry? Jerk-Face?" My eyes instantly widen at my sudden realisation that I told him his nickname.

"Nothing!" I quickly shout, my voice smothered with panic. I see his face drop and he begins fiddling around with the price tags on a bikini.

"Oh sorry, my bad." He whispers. "I'll pack up, you might as well head off." I murmur back a thanks and rush out of the store.

I get back home ten minutes later, stopping to grab a coffee from the cafe opposite the surf shop. I open the door to Dylan and Finn arguing like children, hitting each other with pillows.

"Oi, Finn!" I scream over the ruckus of Finn putting dylan in a headlock and scuffing up his hair. They both instantly stop and look up at me, Dylan still in my ass of a brothers headlock. They smile before Finn lets go and they come rushing up to me like children in a candy store, and I'm the free samples.

"Em...." My brother hums a wide smile overtaking his face. I back away slowly as they continue making their way towards me. I grab a rolling pin from the kitchen counter waving it in his face, beginning to seriously worry about their sanity.

"Woah, put down the rolling pin!" Dylan says with his arms up and a cheeky grin on his face. Suddenly they both launch themselves at me and my feet are grabbed from below me and I find myself being thrown onto Dylan's shoulder. I scream a laugh whilst repeatedly hitting him on the back with clenched fists.

We fly out the door and down the street till I stop hitting him. We then come to an abrupt halt and I'm (un-gracefully) placed on the ground. Flattening out my clothes and straightening out my hair, I spin around calmly before losing it at the two pre-schoolers grinning in front of me.

"What the hell!" I scream hitting their heads together. They rub their heads in sync and I place my hands on my hips. Dylan nods towards Finn. He approaches me slowly with caution like walking towards an un-fed Tigress.

"Well, we know that you refuse to have any fun..." I begin to object, but he puts his hand up motioning for me to shut up, "And we thought you might want to cool off at the fair this evening?" I shake my head furiously. "I thought you'd say that, so we decided to bring you here anyway." He smirks before grabbing my shoulders and turning me slowly.

I see the fairground in full swing, the entrance meters in front of my gawping face. There are bright lights everywhere, on every ride, every stall, every fence. People are laughing and jumping into long queues filled with other people eating candy floss or corn-dogs. The music from the rides is now blasting all around me as the sun begins to set over the beach. For the first time in what feels like forever, I feel like having a bit of fun tonight, and who else to have it with.