This is Euphoria

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"Starstrukk" 3OH!3
Nice legs, Daisy Dukes, makes a man go (whistles), that's the way they all come through like (whistles), low-cut, see-through shirts that make ya (whistles), that's the way she came through like

-Athena-

After 30 minutes of sitting by on the
computer, a knock on the door causes me to shut down my laptop. I leave it on the couch and spring to my feet. I can feel energy pulsing through my fingertips.

My hair is still damp from my shower, and my unruly, golden curls are not restrained into a ponytail, but bouncing along with me. I love when my hair is down, it feels free, but just incase I have a hair tie around my wrist.

Some people wear makeup to the beach, but I think it's useless. I like being in the water and feeling the warm grains of sand against my skin just as much as I like relaxing.

Without any makeup to conceal them, my face is full of freckles, the most concentrated areas are my nose and cheeks.

I situate my beach bag on my shoulder, which stands out obviously against the white 'bathing suit cover up'.

I have a pair of cuffed, light wash denim shorts on, but the white button down covers them completely. It really looks like a men's dress shirt, but it doesn't look bad.

When I open the door, Kai looks up and smiles.

He has on black ray bans. His shirt is a muscle tee, and it's loose but not too big. It's white, and it shows off his toned upper body. His skin is already tanned from the sun's works, and his tattoos look even better. I really do like them.

His swimming trunks are black without any pockets. They hang around his hips.

And then I notice his hair. A skinny, pink headband is lost in his curls holding back his mane.

I lean in the door frame admiring the view.

I never noticed how deep his dimples were when he smiled or how fit he actually was. Maybe it's because he's always gloomy.

But right now, he seems stress free, content.

Strangely, the pink strayed in his waves suggested his features were more chiseled. Expressive. Dark. Smooth. Young.

He really was handsome. No, he was hot.

"You look.." I search for the right word.

"Bangable?" Kai finishes in a horrible American valley girl accent.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," I sigh to stifle a laugh, "I especially like the pink headband."

"You do now," he muses.

"Is it alright if we stop by my house?" Kai asks after we position in the front seat of his car.

"I don't mind," I say.

"I didn't realize you lived so far away," I subject.

We've already been driving to Kai's house for 40 minutes, but it's on the way to the beach anyway. That means every drive is an hour long.

"I don't mind driving," he assures, "we're almost there."

He takes the next exit off of the expressway.

The acquainted architecture of San Fransisco breaths in sight as we drive amongst the busy traffic.

I didn't even know he lived in actual San Fransisco, much less the heart of it.

He takes some turns and eventually stops in front of a business-like skyscraper. This can't be where he lives? Or maybe it is? It looks completely out of character to him, it's dished out in elegance and opulence. Kai isn't really the expensive watch, pressed collared type of person.

Somehow, Kai manages to find a parking spot right in front.

"I'll be right back," he says before disappearing behind the grand garden.

I sit awkwardly until I hear a low-strummed honk. I look out the window and see Kai.

I get out of the fancy car, amazed, with a stupid grin spread across my face.

How is it possible that Kai is sitting in a jeep, the car I've wanted as long as I can remember, looking effortlessly beautiful.

"You're full of surprises!" I shout into the morning.

an: suffering from writer's block :/// but enjoy