L O S T Loves

Ch. 2

Jenyfir POV

I woke up the next day to a person playing guitar and singing. It was beautiful. I recognized the song as Viva La Vida by Coldplay. I love that song! I tried searching for the owner of the voice, but came up empty. I got in the bathroom, undressed, and took a shower. I got out, dried myself and dressed myself in a Polk-a-dotted bikini, putting my neon green wet suit over it. I sauntered over to my door, opened it, and walked downstairs. I opened the back door and walked out onto the warm Australian sand. Did I mention I live in a beach house? I looked up at the sky and thought what a perfect day for surfing! I walked into the shed and found my purple surfboard. I grabbed it and noticed that I wasn't the only one on the beach.

"Hey stranger, fancy meeting you here!" I called out.

"Oh hey, Jenyfir! How's it going?" Cody replied.

"Just fine, Blue. How 'bout you?" I asked.

"Blue? I'm fine, too."

"Yeah, blue. Because of your blue eyes!"

"Oh, well what are doing out here?"

"Searching for magical unicorns that turn into glitter with direct contact with lemons! What do you think?" I said gesturing to my surfboard and wetsuit.

"Well, now I feel stupid! Wanna hit the waves with me?" he asked.

"Sure. RACE YA!" I shrugged.

We ran towards the water, me winning of course. We got on our boards and swam away. We surfed for a couple of hours until I had to go back for breakfast. I said my good riddance and walked up to my houses back porch. I tried sliding the door but that didn't work. I kept trying and realized that I locked my self out. I searched for a spare key around the house and, to no avail, found one. I felt something wet on me and it was just starting rain. How fucking great. In no time it started pouring and I cursed everyone and everything. I suddenly remembered that I left my window open. Me being the incredibly smart person I am, jumped up on a stool and grasped the ledge. I pulled myself up and was almost all the way near my window, when I misplaced my foot and fell off the ledge, with my arms flailing behind me. When I landed on the ground, I almost instantly felt pain. I had landed on my arm, my right arm.

In a situation like this, what would you expect a person to do? Scream, cry, curse all of fucking eternity, or all of the above. Well, let me tell you, I didn't do not one. I laid there paralyzed until Campbell came towards me. I think he wanted to invite me over, but as soon as he saw me laying on the floor not moving he got a little bit freaked out. Just a little. Like you know the usual screaming and acting like I just died, usual.

"Hey, Campbell, instead of screaming for help, why don't you actually help me?" I scolded.

"Oh, right. Let me call 000 (911 in Australia)." He stated.

"Okay," I mumbled.

Soon enough, we were at the hospital and I was all patched up with a neon green cast. As we were walking out I heard a voice, I never thought I would hear ever again.

"Hello, Jenyfir!" squealed the annoying voice.

"Oh hi... Kylie."