Rose's POV:
Kissing Colby has become my favorite thing to do. We sneak around before dawn, around midday, and at night, and we act like we're never going to see each other again. With every kiss, touch, and phone call, I fall deeper for the boy from the beach. I'm over at his house more than he is at mine, and I adore his family. When I met his mother, it was a complete accident. We were grabbing a bite to eat before heading back down to the beach, and her and Abel walked in. It was an awkward two hours, but her and I are growing more comfortable with each other. I kiss Colby more than I've ever kissed Justin. I kiss him when I see him, while we swim, when we wipe out as we surf, and every other chance in between.
"Am I just some kissing dummy for you woman?" Colby asks one night as we walk on the beach. I grin at him and say "I like kissing you." He smiles and takes my hand in his, and again, it feels better with Colby than it does Justin. "Good 'cause I like kissing you too." He tells me. I almost kiss him again, but I don't want to give him the satisfaction. I look down at our entwined hands, and I feel guilty. As much as I like Colby, and as good as this feels, I am still cheating on my boyfriend. He must sense my discomfort because he lets my hand go and looks out at the water. My phone rings, and it's Justin. I take the call, and Colby walks away.
"Hey beach babe!" Justin says. I feel so awkward. "Hey city boy." I say back. I stopped calling him babe or baby boy after Colby first kissed me; if he's thought anything of it, he hasn't said. "So what are your plans for this weekend?" He asks me. Oh the usual, making out with Colby, surfing with Colby, dinner with Colby, but I say "Nothing why?" Justin is silent for a minute before he drops the biggest bombshell I've had to face since I kissed Colby. "My parents and your parents are letting me come down to see you for the whole weekend!" He gushed. Oh my goodness. "Really?" I say, I'm actually surprised by this. "Yes! We're going to have the best weekend every baby. But I need to pack! I love you." He tells me. "I love you too." I say back robotically. Colby is gone by this point, and I walk back to my house alone.
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I wake up Friday morning, and everything suddenly hits me. Justin is coming to the island and I've been cheating on him for almost a week. I call Isabelle's number out of instinct and tell her everything. "Rose, what are you going to do?" She asks me. "I don't know. I honestly don't." I admit. "You're going to tell Justin right? I mean maybe he'll forgive you." She reasons. "Maybe I don't want to stay with Justin, Isa." I say quietly. Her side of the line goes silent, so silent that I have to check my phone to make sure she hasn't hung up. "Do you really like that beach guy that much?" Isabelle asks after awhile. Do I? Of course. "He makes me feel different than Justin ever has." I tell my best friend. "Good different or bad different?" She asks. "Good different. Most definitely." I admit. It's the first time I've said I out loud. "So what are you going to tell Justin?" Isabelle asks me. "I'm going to tell him I've joined the Dirty Mistresses Club." I joke.
"Funny, but you two were never married." Isa says. I can tell she wants me to be serious so I tell her: "I'm going to tell him we had a good run, but I'm falling for someone else." Isabelle is deathly quiet and for the second time I think she's hung up. "Rose Ellis Beckett are you 100 percent sure that it isn't just some fling with Colden?" She asks me. "It's Colby, and I have no idea. But Justin and I would've ended eventually anyways." I answer.
Suddenly she starts playing music, and it's Grease's Summer Nights. I laugh hysterically because I'm behaving so perfectly cliché with typical summer beach trips. I laugh because I'm the girl who meets a boy while she's on vacation, and she knows they'll never last, but she dates him anyways. "Rose, honey, Justin is almost here." My father says through the door. My laughing stops immediately, and I tell Isabelle I have to go. "Good luck Rose!" She tells me.
I hear him walk in before I head downstairs. Justin is talking kindly with my parents, and as soon as I see him I want to run back up to my room. "Hey Rose." Justin says when he sees me. I grin at him before running into his arms. It's warm and familiar; too familiar. When he kisses me, I don't feel the same fire as I do when Colby kisses me. "I've missed you." He tells me. "I've missed you too." I tell him. And I have. Somewhat. The conversation slows between us, and the silence becomes awkward. Justin is holding me to him as he talks about some football team with my dad, and I play on my phone. I scroll through Instagram slowly, and I laugh at a picture of Abel and Colby from their breakfast this morning. Justin smiles down at me and asks if I'd like to go swimming. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I joke. It's the first time things have been remotely normal between us. "Yes but you haven't yet so I took the liberty of doing it myself." He says as he pulls me closer to him. "Justin would you like to go swimming?" I ask. He rolls his eyes, but I can tell he isn't going to say no. "Beach or pool?" I ask. "Beach." Justin says as he slips into the spare room to change.
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My Summer with New York
Teen Fiction"How do you know I'd want to spend more time with you? You're rude, arrogant, and you've been breathing in the salt air for far too long!" She told me. Ouch. That one hurt. "Because it seems you struggle staying away from my surf shop anyways." I t...
