How many times do i have to tell you not to fall in love with me!

Chapter 5: surfs up

"When did you get up?"
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" I screamed and fell of the stool I had been perched on crashing onto the floor.
I lashed out and punched nothing in particular in the darkness.
"Hey! Woh, woh, woh, calm down woman!"
I recognised Damien's voice.
"Do you realise how scared you made me?" I yelled, getting back on my feet.
"No, I thought you'd fallen on the floor for fun." I scoffed at his sarcastic tone.
"What are you doing up anyway?" I said in a hostile voice.
"Well that's a big change from the voice you were using last night Dolphie." He teased, running his finger down his cheek mimicking a tear.
I rolled my eyes and searched the wall for the light switch. I felt Damien's hand rest on mine stopping it from going any further. "I'll open the curtains."
When light finally entered the room and I could actually see. I realised that Damien had once again, been surfing. I growled and went over to the closet. "What's wrong?" He asked me.
I grabbed a towel and pointed to the growing puddle of water on the floor. He threw his head back and laughed snatching the towel off of me. "I'll clean it up, go make us some breakfast."
I squinted and put my hands on my hips. "Us?"
"Yes us." He said firmly, looking into my eyes. I bit my lip. He always knew how to get his way. I stormed off to make an early breakfast.

At 6 AM I was sitting on the couch flicking through the news when once again the surf king himself decided he would go out. "Let's go." He said standing at the door with the keys in his hand. "What do you mean, I'm not going with you!"
He chuckled, "you think you have a choice, go put your bathers on."  What was I doing? I can't let him boss me around like this. "No."
"Oh Dolphie, come on live a little." He stared at me for a moment before speaking again "to live is the rarest thing in the world, most people just exist, that is all." I inwardly smiled at the Oscar Wilde quote. "Fine I'll come."

I went upstairs and put on my blue one piece. I didn't feel like a bikini today. I examined myself in the mirror, realising that I had not yet brushed my hair or teeth. How did I miss that? So twenty minutes later I was ready. I skipped down the stairs to where Damien was sitting on the couch.
"What took you so long?" He said standing up.
"Oh I was just with my hot Mexican boyfriend and his pet flying pigs." I said sarcastically while gathering a bag of stuff.
As we walked out onto the driveway the sun glinted off the silver Toyota. I noticed Damien flashing several nervous looks at me. "Hey ahh... No joke, do you actually have a boyfriend... And like is he actually...you know..."
I laughed and looked at him. "Hot and Mexican? Or were you referring to the flying pigs?"
He gave me a glare and then opened the car door for me. "No I'm serious, do you?" I jumped in the car taken by surprise at his act of 'gentlemanness.' "Yeah." I said, deciding to play with him.
"We're really committed and everything, he's so beatiful and loving and caring."
I looked out the window in a dreamy gaze as he started the car and took a sip of coffee. "We've been together for a year now." He spat out the coffee all over himself. "Oh a whoops." He said beginning to clean himself up. I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing. I've been single for months.
"Damien." I say after we've began driving. "I'm single."
I'm pretty sure if he had coffee in his mouth once again it would have been all over the wind screen. I began laughing hysterically as he glared at me. Wait! No, I'm not meant to be enjoying this. I straighten my face suddenly, earning a confused look from Damien.

We pulled into the car park and I stepped out onto the tar. The sand grains had been blown from the beach to the road and I was glad that I had my fluorescent pink thongs on. Suddenly Damien cut in front of me and ran towards the water with his surfboard tucked under his arm.I watched him enter the waves and his pace visibly slowed as the churning water began shoving him back. But despite this he still did it gracefully.
The complete opposite of how I would have completed that task.
I then walked over to a nice spot on the dunes and put down my bags, grabbing a bottle of sunscreen and two towels.
Once I had put sunscreen on all possible regions, I placed my towel down on the sand. I laid down on the towel, resting on my elbows so I could watch Damien surf. Damien, being Damien, had chosen not to wear a wet suit, but to go shirtless with some board shorts. His toned abs shone in the sunlight and I frowned thinking about how I used to be the owner of those. Until it all happened... Well. Too late for him now.
That's when I realised how close I was sitting to the water. But by then it was too late, the wave had already come in.
I think the last thing I said before I went under was,
"Peanut butter nachos!"