How to Love a Girl

Chapter 1

My first girlfriend was Fionna Archwell. We first started going on dates during summer before school started. It was going to be freshman year. So, like everything's going to be new around us and we're going at the same school.

We met at a beach cost back in California, and I have always been interested the first time I laid eyes on her. My family and I were having a vacation at my aunt's beach house back then. She lives with her husband-my uncle, and her three children-my cousins. They were my age too. We stayed for like a week and there was no worries since the house was large it could be considered as a mansion for it's aproximity.

It was a sunny afternoon and we had only three days left before we leave. I was walking down the shoreline with my younger brother, Cole. We were about to return our surfboards from a stall we rented it, because we have perfectly accepted the fact that surfing is not our thing. Never will be, it was sad. Cole has been doing a lot of research and has been watching youtube videos about surfing on the few days before we arrived here. He was as eager as he can be, but learning surfing on youtube and putting them together hands-on is hard. It just doesn't work.

We neared by the store, just then Cole poked me in the shoulder, "Hey look." He points to the sea.

A large wave is gaining its way and I notice someone surfing along. No way, I breath. From the spot where I was standing to the waves and the surfer, the distance is far long enough, but I can clearly see with my own eyes that the surfer is a girl. I was able to identify her gender because she was wearing a neon pink bikini.

I look around me and a few people stand in their places and stare at the surfer in awe. I couldn't blame them. From afar, she looks just like rocking the waves with her. It seems like the whole sea is her kingdom and she is a queen. But no, she is merely a girl who goes along the waves. I'm kind of impressed. Girls who surf always suprise me, its always not easy to balance yourself in the waves. When you surf, your life is always on stake.

I watch as the wave died as it reached the shore of the sea. The girl jumped away from her surf board and plunged into the water. She made a grab on her board and began to walk to the sand. A few people clapped their hands as she strides along her way. A group of boys and girls in their bathing suit approached her, they high-fived and left. The next thing I knew, she was walking towards the stall where we rented our boards.

I felt a finger on my chin. Cole closed my mouth that I didn't noticed that was opened for a long time. I looked at him and he mouthed, hot and I knew what he was talking about. I couldn't help but agree and smirk at him.

We were still standing on our spot as the girl handed over her board to the guy on the stall. Without noticing, Cole marched down his way towards her. I tried to stop him because approaching a girl could mean both humiliation and maybe self-esteem. But I was too late.

Cole tapped her shoulder, "Hey, my brother and I was watching you surf just a moment ago. We couldn't deny the fact that you were a badass in the waves."

I can't believe this. Cole, my younger brother is trying to flirt with this surfer girl. But I don't seem to worry, he is good when it comes to girls. He has this charm that he inherited from our father and he knows how to boost it. I, for difference don't have that charm, it's explicitly unfair but maybe I wouldn't know how to use it. So here I am, watching my younger brother use it like a talent and talk to girls, and I simply hide behind his back and he is only in middle school!

Cole got the girl's attention and she turned to look at us with a very gleeful expression. She has straw-colored hair, tied in a messy bun. Tanned skin and she has waterproof make-up on. And I couldn't deny that she is blazingly hot in that neon pink bikini.