Once Upon A Surf

Chapter Fifteen

The afternoon couldn't come fast enough.

I had finally gotten out of school and had a couple of hours before I was scheduled to work at the shack. As far as Donna was concerned, I was out surfing, getting extra practice in before the finals. It was a believable alibi, considering finals were in only two weeks. A nagging feeling had set in my stomach, telling me I should be out surfing, but Drew had promised to help me on the waves.

If I went on this date with him today.

Not that I was complaining. For once, I was actually somewhat excited about something besides surfing, which is why I went straight for the rocky cliffs immediately after school.

I ducked through the familiar cave entrance and a smile rose to my lips as I caught Drew's eyes. He was sitting on a checkered blanket, his camera around his neck and a basket next to him.

"What's this?" I asked, stepping forward and sitting across from him. He smiled.

"A picnic," he said. "Duh."

I flushed, rolling my eyes and leaning back slightly. "I'm missing surfing practice for a picnic?"

"No," Drew smirked. "You're missing surfing practice for a date with the hottest man in town."

I grinned, reaching past him to open the basket. "Well, can the hot man cook?"

"Can I cook?" Drew scoffed, shooing my hand away. He pulled out two sandwiches, a container of fruit, two water bottles and a bag of goldfish. "No. But Subway makes good sandwiches."

I took the sandwich from him with a laugh, opening it to reveal a club sandwich.

"With honey mustard, right?"

I peeked up at him, cocking an eyebrow. "How'd you know that?"

"Abbi."

"Typical," I said, taking a bite. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Drew leaned back, studying the view as he chewed his sandwich thoughtfully. "When are finals?"

"Two weeks," I said. "I've got to land this 360, and I need something else to give my routine flair."

Drew nodded, his forehead knitting together as he concentrated. "I can talk to my dad, I'm sure he's got plenty of trick moves that could add bonus points."

"You'd do that?" I said, slightly surprised. Drew smiled.

"Of course," he said. "I want to see you kick Courtney Jenkins ass."

A laugh burst from my mouth and I flushed, setting my sandwich down and taking a drink of water. "I'll try not to disappoint."

A comfortable silence filled the cave as we continued to eat. My gaze wandered across the waves, watching as their fingers curled softly against the stones, the wind allowing them to brush against the cliff before receding back to the large water.

"I'll never get sick of this view," I said, looking over at Drew. He studied me for a moment, his blue eyes flickering with something unreadable.

"It's beautiful," he said quietly, shaking his head and looking out at the waters. "I could sit here forever."

"Well," I sat back, tossing an empty sandwich wrapper at him. "We don't have forever, unfortunately. I have to work."