She's a Beach

Chapter 1:

Jenn

I saw him from across the beach. I had to do a double-take to make sure my mind wasn’t teasing me, but sure enough, he was sitting over there, talking to his friend who was playing his ukulele. I wasn’t sure what to do. I glanced in his direction, but to my dismay, he seemed to have felt that I was looking at him. He looked at me, and I immediately avoided eye contact, looking at the waves in the water to distract me, but nothing could distract me from the sense I was getting from his stare. 

Quick. Pull out your phone, listen to music, text a friend, do something to not look like a loner. He can’t know I’m here by myself. 

I tucked my sandy blonde hair behind my ear, and reached down and grabbed my iPhone out of my bathing suit, and pulled up my messages. No one had texted me. Of course. I had forgotten today all of my friends were at the movies. 

Alright, so texting someone is not an option. Umm.. Come on. Think.

Wait a minute. How am I ever going to talk to him if I stay over here. But I can’t just walk over to him, he might think that’s creepy... But if I don’t do anything I’ll be really upset at myself for missing out on this opportunity. Ok, fine. I’ll just walk by. If he says anything to me, I’ll talk to him.

I picked up my beach bag and packed all of my extra things into it and slid it onto my shoulder. I had one chance to not screw things up.

I took a deep breath and slowly began to stand up when I glanced over at him once more. He wasn’t looking. I wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing, but it didn’t matter. He would see me soon enough.

As I was carefully taking steps towards the two’s yellow and blue beach towel, I was able to pick up on more details about him. His jet black hair was short, and kind of messily done, but it looked cute that way. His shorts had a gray kind of plaid design, and he had dark sunglasses to cover his deep brown eyes. His friend, who I still couldn’t tell who they were, was wearing a black hat with a black tank top. I could see it had blue writing on it, but not what it said.

I kept getting closer and I felt both of their eyes fall on me. One of them took their sunglasses off, who, as I had originally thought, was Ryan Higa. From there I was able to see the one holding the ukulele was Victor Kim. I smiled in my head and kept walking.

I was getting closer. Too close. My nerves started to kick in. I couldn’t make it look like I was worried, so I kept walking. I felt the blood pulse in my ears, I was screaming on the inside, wanting to run over and give both of them huge hugs and tell them how big of a fan I was of both of their work, but my legs wouldn’t stop moving. It was almost like something else had taken control of my body and I couldn’t stop moving, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t change my determined facial expression. I was confined to a tiny box in the back of my mind to my own thoughts.

My eyesight was getting blurry. I thought I heard Ryan say “Hi! My name is Ryan.”, but it sounded like he was underwater, or I was underwater, or both of us. I walked right past both of them, and as soon as I was out of eyesight I started to calm down.

I realized what I had just done, and began crying. I just screwed up the opportunity to talk to one of my favorite celebrities.

I pulled my sunglasses off of my bright blue eyes, red from crying and sniffled a few times.

Alright. So maybe he doesn’t think anything bad of it. I’ll just look back and see if he’s angry.

I cautiously walked behind a tree and stuck my head out. Victor was still holding his bright red ukulele, and Ryan was still sitting on the same towel, but there was a camera sitting in front of them.