Beach Love [Sequel to Unexpected Love]

Beach Love part 9

Chapter 9

I laid my head back on the cool sand, my waist down laying in the shallow water. I rested my eyes shut and thought about all the good stuff I could think of. The first thing that popped into my head was my first date with AJ.

I remember everything so vividly, it was almost painful. His friend had been out of town and said AJ could use the house. He took me there and we went swimming in the ocean. A special part of the ocean too, where the water and everything changed. That was the best night of my life.

The next memory that popped into my head was one from a few months ago. Brady and I were on the beach outside my house in the Bahamas. I was in my depression, of course, and Brady was going crazy seeing me moping. He brought out our surfboards and started surfing without me. This, like planned, caught my attention. Brady never went surfing without me. He got on the board and constantly was falling into the water. He was such a klutz. I was the best surfer out of the two of us. Finally, it got unbearable to watch, so, with a sigh, I confided in his attempt to make me halfway come alive. It worked. For the first time in forever he made me feel…happy. Not quite myself again, but happy. I was laughing again. I was…playful, kind of. The best I could be. Brady always could make me laugh through the darkest and toughest moments.

“Amber?” I heard the familiar, soothing voice of Brady. My eyes flew open, and immediately closed again due to the sudden intense sun. I shaded my eyes with my hand and tried to open them again. I noticed that the water felt warmer and so did the sand. It wasn’t sunny a second ago. Crap! I thought. I must have fallen asleep! My head popped up and I turned towards where I heard my name called. “Uh, yea?” I said, stretching a bit. My neck ached from sleeping on the sand…and halfway in the water. I jumped up, the bottom half of me dripping wet.

Brady raised an eyebrow. “Umm…you okay? Why are you out here…in the water…sleeping?” He asked. I wanted to throw my arms around him and never let him go. There was a small part of me that thought he was never going to come back from his “walk”. The only reason I held back was because I was soaking wet and could barely walk because my pants were dragging me so much. “Umm…” I looked down at my soaking clothes. I held up my index finger. “Can you give me a minute?” I asked. He nodded, still curious about what I was doing. “Don’t leave!” I blurted. “I’ll be right back!”

I burst through the doors and run straight up into my room. I rip my jean and panties and throw them on the ground. Quickly, going through my drawers, I pull out a new pair of panties and pull them on. Next, I take my shirt off and change my bra so I’m in all new fresh clothes. I’ve noticed that the ocean water really makes you feel like changing. Even if you change, all you feel like doing is taking a shower. Oh well, I’ll take a shower later. All I really want to do is see Brady as quick as I can.

I swiftly walk to my closet and start going through all my sweatpants I have. Trying to find the most stylish was next to impossible. None of my sweatpants were attractive looking whatsoever. On the other hand, finding the ones that were the most comfortable, piece of cake. I picked up my blue sweatpants with two pockets on the butt, and threw them on my bed. Next I need to pick out a shirt. Shirt, shirt, shirt…Ah! I found my favorite shirt.

It was from the Bahamas and it had two palm trees on it and a beautiful sunset in the background. Brady got it for me when I was fourteen. We were at a carnival on the boardwalk and it was sunset. That was the first time I really met Brady. I knew him before then, but we’ve never really hung out or anything. He was a cute boy with his brown curls. He had specks of freckles across his nose and the biggest, brownest eyes I’ve ever seen. He offered to buy me a churro at one of the food stands. I gladly accepted and at that point of my life, I want him bad. I swore I was going to marry him someday. The boy who bought me churros. After that we walked to the end of the boardwalk and along the beach. We waded our feet in the water and watched the sun fully set. The moon rose and that’s when Brady leaned over to me and whispered, “Nice night, isn’t it?” in my ear. I giggled and nodded, not knowing what to say exactly. He was my first real crush. I looked straight into those brown eyes and I was a goner. He started to lean in and my heart started pounding 100 beats per second. My breathing started to pick up and his soft lips lightly touched mine and all my nervousness faded. I was with him. That’s it. Forget the carnival, the moon, the water washing over our feet, forget it all. Then he pulled away all too quickly. He walked my back through the boardwalk, and bought me that shirt. He told me that shirt was to help me never forget this day. Of course it’s not too stylish for me to wear to school or anything now. It’s a little, old? But I still wear it to bed sometimes. It reminds me of that night, like Brady said it would. I promised myself I would never get rid of it as long as I lived. Well, it’s survived three years. Only many more years to go.