California Dream

Chapter 1

I jump up from my bed and run downstairs to grab my bags. After finally making it up the steps I throw my bag with my bikinis in it onto my bed. "Erin I need your help choosing a bikini!" about five seconds later she comes walking in, in her bikini. It has an orange bandeau style top and white bottoms with orange polka dots.

"Wear the pink, purple, black, and blue floral print one," I rummage through my bag until I find my floral print bikini I got from rue 21. I put it on and stand in front of the mirror in my bathroom putting my hair into a perfectly done messy bun. I throw on a white cover up dress and put all my other things in a small bag.

We slip out the back door and almost instantly we're on sand. Gosh I'm sure gonna love living on the beach.

"Race ya to the water!" she yells as she drops her stuff breaking into a sprint.

"Hey! That's an unfair advantage!" I yell only a few feet away. she slows for about a second until she picks her previous pace back up. a cold rush of water on my feet somewhat startles me, I hadn't really expected it to be as cold as it was, then again it is only the start of May.

"I won!" she chants in a victorious tone.

"I kinda realized that," we wade a little deeper into the water until I decide it's a bit to cold for me. Erin follows me as I walk back up the beach to where our bags are. just before I sit down though I see a guy I little further down the beach staring at me. From the distance I can't really make out any distinct features but boy he sure did have some nice abs.

We lay out our towels and tan for a couple hours. I check the time on my phone and realize it's around 2:30.

"Hey are you hungry?" I ask Erin after locking my phone.

"Yeah a bit. what time is it?"

"About 2:30, do you want to go back to the house and get dressed then go get something to eat?

"Sure!" We pack up our things and start to walk up to the house I turn around and notice the guy staring at me again.

We get inside the house and I go to my room then go through my clothes a bit more trying to find something to wear. I eventually settle on white high waisted shorts with gold studs and a pink crop top. I stand in front of my bathroom mirror again straightening my long light brown hair. I touch up my makeup, put on my pink vans and head downstairs.

"About time," Erin says "I was about to starve down here" she has on a simple but cute pair of red ombré high waisted shorts with a white flowing tank top that comes in at the waste then flows back out she tops the outfit off with brown combat boots.

"Hold on just let me get my purse from the living room and then we can leave," I reach for my purse and grab her keys from the coffee table. "Ok now I'm ready! let's go get some food!" I slide into the passenger seat as she opens her door.

All the way to the restaurant we sing to the radio. I turn down the music just before we get to the place "So what's the name of this restaurant?"

"Rio Grande, Mexican food here is like 1,000 times better than back in Kentucky."

"You would know." Erin's food obsession has always been Mexican. Everyone back home thought she was secretly Mexican because she liked Mexican food so much and she was so tan, but she's really Native American with a weird obsession for some foreign food.

We get out of the car and head into the cool AC of the restaurant. We take our seats and ordering. I start the conversation, "so did you see that guy at the beach staring at me today?"

"No, why?"

"I don't know it was just kinda weird. I mean from what I could see of him he was pretty good looking and he had some nice abs, but it was just strange how he just made it so obvious."

"It doesn't really surprise me you looked stunning in that bikini," she says smiling at me.

"Oh hush I didn't look that good you looked so much better than me." Erin has always been the better looking one. her hair is dark brown just a few shades lighter than black, and it's short but still long enough to go just past her shoulders. She has curves hitting in all the right places and dark brown eyes. Her skin certainly showed she was Native American because it was always perfectly tanned looking even in winter but in the spring she would already have a perfect tan and it would only progress throughout the summer.

Our waitress comes back with our food placing it in front of us, for Erin a beef burrito for me a chicken burrito. We carry on our conversation eating, laughing, and just being the way we were before the move but now we're just in a better place.

N/R So who do you think Mr. Nice Abs is, any guesses? Well I'm not telling just yet you'll just have to keep reading! please vote and comment what you think so far. I highly appreciate opinions! I'll update as much as I possibly can, thanks for reading(: