I could recognize that voice from anywhere. Butterflies erupted before I even cast my eyes over him.
"S..sure" I managed to stutter out making a complete fool of my self. Pull your self together I mentally told my self off for acting like such a idiot.
As we walked into the water together I could feel my self confidence falling to about -10. Here I was surfing with the hottest guy I've seen since being here. Why me? Why didn't he go and speak to any of the other surfers, there was plenty of them. There was nothing special about me.
"So then, what's your name?" the sweet American accent interrupted my thoughts again.
My stomach did another somersault as another smile crept onto my face. Pushing my negativity out of my mind I gather all the confidence I can muster up to reply. "Alex, but I like being called Al"
"Al, I like that name!" I couldn't help beam at him complimenting my name.
No, no stop it. He said he liked your name not that he likes you, stop it.
"My names Dylan or Dyl whatever surfs your board really" he laughed, me joining in at his corny phrase. "What school are you starting then?" He continued.
It was just as well he kept the questions flowing because I had no glue what to say to him. Just replying had my stomach in knots let alone asking him something or starting a new subject. He didn't seem to mind though. He was obviously a naturally confident person, something that I envied, so he was happy to do most of the talking. He kept the conversation going for what seemed like ages. The surf was completely flat but we still stayed bobbing around on our boards.
As he spoke to me, telling me things about school, seeing as I was going to join the same one he attends, I paid attention to his features. Watching how one dimple would appear on his right cheek when he smiled, and how his eyes lit up when he mentioned his friends or family and the cheeky grin which itched it's way across his face as he mentioned teachers he didn't like and pranks he had played on them. There was still so much I wanted to know about this boy. Why though? Why was I so intrigued by this blonde haired beauty.
After what seemed like hours of just simple conversation we headed out of the water to walk home together. Dylan headed in the same direction as I am and caught me by surprise when he stopped at a house 4 down from mine.
"You live here?"
"Uh, yeah why?"
"Oh, it's just I live about 4 houses up and I haven't seen you around, other than at the beach."
"I don't tend to spend to much time here, I spend most of my time at the beach and staying over friends house." He simply replied
"Oh right, well I'll see you around then?" My stomach flipped as I asked him.
"Yeah sure" he smiles his cheesy grin at me, my heart faltering as his eyes sparked and his dimple became more prominent.
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It was 4 day's after I last spoke to Dylan. I'd been surfing everyday and hadn't seen him and I couldn't lie about not being disappointed. I'd spoken to Harry twice more but still hadn't mentioned anything about my new friend. Could I call him a friend? I don't know what was stopping me telling Harry about him, I've never not told Harry something, but whatever it is, it's holding me back. At the moment I have bigger problems to worry about though. Today is Sunday, which means tomorrow is Monday. Monday is the day I start my new school.
My nerves have already started to mount up over the past few days. But now, with less then 12 hours to go I was slightly bricking it. I didn't know anyone, other than Dylan and I doubt he'll even want to talk to me once I get to school.
Mum has tried to be a supportive as she can knowing that I was feeling apprehensive, but all the little talks she gave me about it being "absolutely fine" and "having nothing to worry about" didn't ease my nerves. Even when speaking to Harry it didn't calm me down completely. Harry's comforting voice normally relaxes me straight away and his simple reasoning always makes me see sense, but the little bit of nerves that did disappear when talking to him quickly returned. By the time I had gone to bed I had started to feel rather sick. It was difficult trying to get myself to sleep when I had all the negative thoughts swirling around my head. How could I not worry about not being able to make friends, or not understanding the lessons, or being late, or not seeing Dylan...
Wait did I just say that? I mean, What do I mean? Do I really want to see him that bad? No of course not, I can't even call him a proper friend.
I tossed and turned late into the night, it took me ages to be able to drift of to sleep and finally it happened. To my relief when I woke up, although very nervous I felt refreshed and I was glad my nightmare hadn't made a appearance in a few days, especially before my first day at school as well.
It was 6.30. That gave me enough time to have a shower and do my make up and hair before school. After a quick shower I took my time blow drying and running straighteners over my hair before adding in light curls. This was the first time I'd made such an effort for school but I wanted to make a good first impression. Once I was satisfied with my hair I decided to add a little make up to my slightly sun burnt face. Not being able to add any concealer due to the change in skin colour I just added a little powder. Really throwing myself out of my comfort zone I decided on adding a small line of eyeliner with a little flick at the end along my lash line. I had only done this a couple of times but I was pleased with my result. After adding a few strokes of mascara I was happy with how I looked. I wasn't used to myself looking so, girly. I liked the look of the eyeliner around my eyes making the greyish blue colour stand out a little more and giving the appearance of my eyes looking bigger. Quickly changing into my uniform; white shirt and blue skirt and blazer with a blue striped tie, I couldn't help smile at my appearance in my mirror. I did really like this change.
Once getting to the bottom of the stairs I was greeted my mum complimenting me on how nice I looked which added a little bit more confidence to myself esteem. Still feeling uneasy about the day ahead I only grabbed a yogurt for breakfast before glancing at my watch and deciding it was time to leave. My mum gave me a hug wishing me good luck as I walked out the door. Just as I stepped out of my house I heard my phone go off.
Good luck on your first day Ally:) -Haz xx
Thank you buddy but it won't be the same without you:( -Al xx
My best friend is wonderful I couldn't help thinking to myself as I stuffed my phone into the pocket of my new blazer.
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This is it, the first day. Swallowing down the lump that had risen in my throat I walked into the entrance of my new school.
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