Surf's Up

Chapter 3.

The lights flash as the people scream and dance, and I'm pretty sure I can see at least 3 kissing booths. Not that my mind always drifts to those kind of things, it's just I'm finding myself being dragged (quite literally) towards one with Finn and Dylan.

"No, no, no, no! There is no was you will ever have me have some strangers tongue half was down my throat." I decide to make it very clear to the two crazed hormonal boys that I will not be coming within 20 meters of the place.

"Two things Em. Firstly, you need to be less uptight, and secondly, you really think I brought you here to watch you make out with someone? Ew, just no." I crinkle my face in confusion of why we're still in the line for the kissing booth, until I see who's shift it is to be kissed by creepy guys.

Melissa Brown.

The Melissa freaking Brown. The schools head cheerleader, she raises money for several charities, daddies girl, oh yeah, and she has drop dead killer looks. Everyone either wants to be her, or be with her. I look disapprovingly at the two lovestruck idiots standing to my left to see Dylan also shaking his head with a playful grin dancing on his mouth.

"You creeps!" I exclaim and Finn turns and winks at my rubbing his hands together.

"I'll think you'll find it's creep. As in singular, no way I'm making out with Melissa Brown, everyone knows I'm into blonds." I roll my eyes at what started out as a half considerate sentence.

We finally reach the front of the mile long queue and Melissa flashes her pearly whites at us.

"Hiya!" She says with a heavy southern accent. "How are your holidays Emilie?" I nod and give a quick good. Melissa has this power of remembering everyone in the whole school's names, and is always happy to hear about your day. Really lovely girl actually.

"Finn, Dylan." She nods in their direction, "God am I glad two actually attractive guys are here! The last few have been pretty pervy creeps!" She whispers rather loudly in our direction but looking towards the dodgems. She fake shivers and laughs loudly.

"Well, let's get to it hey?" Finn winks and bends down before heavily making out with Melissa, fingers running through hair, hands down back, ect. I won't bore you with the details, it is my brother after all. They're at it for a while before I hear a husky voice whisper behind me in my ear.

"Let's get out of here, leave those two alone."

"Jesus Dylan! You gave me a heart attack!" I said, fake clutching my chest before winking and walking of in the direction of the food area. Naturally his large arm drapes over my petite shoulders which conveniently are the right height to lean on. We make it to a table with two seats, and only a couple thousand girls gave me dagger stares, but I'm used to it, always walking around with Dylan and Finn.

Personally I could never find either of them particularly attractive as they're family (Dylan might as well be) and I see the side of them that teen girls miss out when thinking of what they do at home.

No they don't write love songs or poems. No they don't feed and home shelter dogs. No they don't attend regular church services. They sit on their asses, playing Xbox and eating Cheetos and Pizza, and yes us girls are still wildly jealous. Man I could really do with some Pizza actually.

"Pizza?" I ask while looking up at the stars.

"Yeah, I'll go collect you're lovesick brother from Melissa's throat then get pizza, you decide which rides to go on. I nod and her curtly disappears into the sea of people. Almost as soon as he's completely out of sight I find the chair in front of me being pulled out and none other than my mortal enemy and total hottie Jerk-Face.

I scowl as best I can, but the boy does it for a living so naturally he out scowled me.

"What are you doing here, doesn't seem like your kind of scene." I ask with a curious look plastered on my face.

"It's not." He shrugs. "I thought you said he wasn't your boyfriend?" He asks, scowling even more if that were even possible.

"That's because he isn't! What are you even doing here? I'm trying to have a nice evening out, and I won't lie you're kind of ruining it with your presence." I scowl back, kinda proud with how I stood up for myself, I don't normally have outbursts like that. That was in fact, very un-Emilie-like.

He frowns before my face crinkles back to confusion.

"Come on Princess, you need to loosen up a little!" He scowls. Sarcasm laced on the word Princess. I roll my eyes in disgust.

He glances over my shoulder and all emotion is dropped from his face apart from hatred. His face turns a pale green colour and he looks like he's about to throw up.

"I...I have to go." He whispers. I turn and look over my shoulder to see the same hoard of people as earlier, nothing seems different. I look back and he's gone, not a single trace of jerk left behind. I frown.

"Who was that?" Dylan asked throwing a paper plate of pizza in front of me. The plate spins around before coming to a complete halt. He sits opposite me and Finn on my left. The chair is pulled out next to me once more and my head snaps up to see Melissa joining us. She grins a childish grin and I smile back.

Melissa has always been exceptionally kind to me, the only time anyone has ever seen her think of herself was when she was dumped by her boyfriend a couple of months ago, but still, she tried to keep a brave face and only cried when in the companionship of her closest friends. But who can blame her, apparently her boyfriend was gorgeous and older, not to mention lovely. But it seems she's lit a spark with Finn, which I guess is good for him, and her.

"Nobody." I tell him as I shove a rolled up piece of pizza in my mouth. Living with three boys (including Dylan) makes it hard not to pick up their eating habits, one of which includes rolling pizza into a cigar shape and biting into it, much easier to eat, and makes less mess if you're playing Xbox.

But not only have I picked up habits, I've also dismissed many. Like, I don't understand how you can live in a messy room, mine's pretty clean the majority of the time, unless I'm getting ready for a party, then there's clothes, make-up, towels and shoes everywhere.

"Right, what rides then?"

+

We all collapse on the sofa when we arrive home. There's no trace of my parents which is odd as i don't remember them making any plans for this evening. We went on hundreds of rides until it got late and most of the fun went home leaving drunks and worrying amounts of drugs, which we didn't feel like hanging around for, so we headed off. Melissa got dropped off home and Finn walked her to the door as Dylan and I watched carefully from the back seat of the car.

Finn walked her up and she turned and kissed him goodbye. He walked back to the car with his cheeks lit up and a lovesick grin plastered on his face. Naturally Dylan and I picked at him the entire drive back.

Dylan's phone vibrates and he groans before bringing it to his ear.

"Hello?" He asks. Almost instantly his face drops and he goes pale white."What the hell do you want?" I flash him a look and he rolls his eyes pointing at his phone and mouthing 'dad'.

Dylan has never gotten on with his dad. Ever since he was young they fought a lot. His mother died when he was very young and he doesn't really remember her. But when his mother died, something clicked in his Father and he changed from the loving cuddly dad to an alcoholic. Dylan tried to get help for him when he turned fourteen and his dad began hitting him.

His dad went to Rehab and Dylan came and stayed with us and to the day he's never had, or never attempted to have any contact with him.

I ask if he's alright, he nods and I stand up, and instantly my place is taken by Finn. I tell him I'm going to bed and he nods and switches on the TV. I punch him hard in the arm and he gives me a look to say 'What the hell Emilie.' I point with my eyes towards Dylan on the phone and he cringes before putting his hands up and switching it off. I give him a dirty look and run up the stairs and collapse on my bed.