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Chapter 5

I'd never felt so free when I caught this wave, a thrill of happiness fell from my lips as my hair blew in the gentle breeze and the salty sea water sprayed back into my face. There was no way to explain the way surfing feels unless you try it, it's like you're flying almost, but better, much better. I was smiling like a Cheshire cat by the time my ride had ended. This is the happiest I've felt since leaving Harry.

"So you can surf then!"

The voice behind me made me jump, I had forgotten about the boy whilst I was wrapped up in that moment.

I was completely taken back by his appearance. I had noticed he was good looking when he pointed the wave out to me but now I was paying attention I felt almost stunned. Although his hair was now wet due to the dunking he just received it was much darker then before but I could still make out the blonde. He ran his fingers through it sticking it up so it was on end quiffing slightly. His eyes are a piercing blue, much more brighter than my dull ones. They seemed to hold a sparkle to them, memorizing me even more. As I racked my eyes down his body I couldn't help but double take on his abs on his torso. Suddenly I came to the realizations that I was totally checking him out and not even being discrete about it. I looked down at the water trying to hide my burning red cheek as a smirk crept on to his face. Shit, he's also waiting for a reply. I'm so bad at this social situation shit.

"Did you expect me not to be able to surf?" I manage to stutter out.

"Well, yes a little. Most of the girls around here tend to sit on boards and fall off at the sight of a wave, let alone surf it. But you're not from around here are you?"

"Oh I see" a small giggles escapes my lips as I imagine the "beach babes" attempting to surf. "No I'm not, I've just moved here from Britain, it's my second day here".

"Oh a newbie then. Well you'll love it around here, the weathers always nice and the surf is great!"

"Oh tell me about it, the weather here is such an improvement from rainy, cold Cornwall" I can't help but laugh nervously. The butterfly's in my stomach are flying around like crazy. Why on earth is someone as good looking as him, talking to someone as average as me? I know I'm not brilliant in social situations but seriously, I never get this nervous. His eyes though, they're just so captivating. The way they're filled with happiness and life. Something that tends to be missing from mine most of the time.

"Cornwall? Never heard of there before. Anyway I better get going, said I'll only be quick. See you around, Newbie" and with another flash of his perfectly straight smile he picked up his board and left.

"See you around" what does that mean? Is he implying that he's going to see me again, or is he just being general? Why am I getting so flustered over a boy I'd just met? A drop dead gorgeous boy I just met!? I was so swamped by my own thoughts I didn't even notice the next wave until it hit me completely washing over me and my thoughts with it. Well shit. Bet that looked very smooth. Nice one Al. 

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Walking home I was completely distracted by my encounter with the boy I met earlier. Back at home I'd never really been interested in guys and getting a boyfriend like most of the people in my year. Yes, I did find some boys attractive but I knew I didn't stand a chance with any one of the good looking guys when they have the prettiest girls in the school wrapped around their finger. I liked keeping myself to myself and didn't like the whole idea of meeting new people to much and exposing myself to them. I feel completely different now though. There was something about this boy that seemed to change all of that. I was totally engrossed with his eyes and his smile. I had only known him five minutes and I already wanted to see him again. I don't even know his name yet all I find myself doing is thinking about him. I wanted to talk to him and get to know him, I wanted him to get to know me. I wanted to spend time with this guy i've just met. But would I be able to? I don't even know his name. I don't know if I will ever see him. 

Hours have passed since my trip to the beach and my mind still found away to wonder off and think about the boy again. It was hard trying to keep busy in such a big house that didn't have much in it and a place you didn't know so well. I wanted to go and explore properly and have a better look around the place that I now live in but it was getting late and mum would start worrying. Instead, I grab my favourite book off my bedside table and make my way over to my window seat. Settling down with a pillow behind my head and one to sit on I look out the window, caught of guard by the beautiful scene in front of me. The sun had just started setting, painting the sky with pink and orange colours, also reflecting into the ocean below,people walked along the shore line, hand in hand whilst there where others still bobbing on their boards waiting for a wave. I smiled at the view, it was very pretty here. I was lucky, although under the circumstances for moving here were rather quite terrible, the out come wasn't to bad at all. Casting my attention back to the beaten book into my hand I stroke my fingers over the title "The Notebook". This has been my favourite book since when I could remember. When mum had forbidden me to leave my room, back when the bad things were happening, I would sit in my wardrobe with a torch and lose myself inside of the pages. That's what I planned on doing now. Losing myself inside of the story, pretending I was someone else. With only a few lines into the book I was already lost in my own world, and that's were I'll stay for the rest of the evening. 

AN: I'm sorry if the chapter seems to have a bit of babble in it, I just want to stretch it out and make it longer. Please please let me know what you think and vote and share! x