Bondi Rescue Oneshots

Bisho: Familiar Face

BISHO: FAMILIAR FACE

(Y/N) laughed as she dove into a wave with her best friend, (B/F/N) (best friends name). The 2 of them were enjoying their time at the beach, the cool water providing relief from the scorching heat. Both (Y/N) and (B/F/N) were accomplished swimmers, meaning that the Bondi waters stood no chance against their cutting strokes as they glided through water and dove into waves. 

As they swam back to shore, the 2 realised that some sinister creatures had invaded the water, blue bottles. "We're fucked (B/F/N)" (Y/N) laughed and her friend agreed. When they got back to the beach (B/F/N) was left unharmed by the Portuguese man o' war while (Y/N) wasn't so lucky. A bluebottle had managed to wrap itself around her arm, shoulder and a tentacle had even latched to her back. 

"How are you not on the floor and dying?" (B/F/N) gasped, astonished,

"I've always been good with pain now are you gonna help me get this fucker off?" (Y/N) asked.

"Hell to the no (Y/N), I'm not letting that thing touch me." (B/F/N) said,

"I should have known better but at least come with me to the tower?" (Y/N) laughed before grabbing her friends hand and beginning to walk towards the lifeguard tower. 

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When the 2 arrived at the tower (Y/N) knocked on the door, the door opened to reveal a lifeguard who introduced himself as Deano, "So what seems to be the problem today?" He asked,

"Ah I've got a unwanted friend hanging out on my shoulder and he's a bit tangled up to say the least?" (Y/N) replied laughing before turning around to show the lifeguard the blue bottle.

"My gosh, come in. That has got to hurt" Deano exclaimed welcoming the 2 into the tower and gesturing for (Y/N) to sit down on the bench. As Deano went to retrieve another pair of gloves 2 other lifeguards came to see what was up with (Y/N),

"Holy hell, that's gotta hurt. I'm Matt Dee by the way and this is Bisho." One said as both (Y/N) and (B/F/N) shook hands with them both.

"Wait you look really familiar" (Y/N) said pointing at Bisho as Deano returned with gloves and ice. 

"Hear that Bish? You look familiar to the pretty lady." Matt said punching Bisho's shoulder as they took their seats.

Deano told (Y/N) to turn around so that he could get get the tentacles off of her, it took about 10 minutes for him to get all the tentacles off. All that was left was swelling red skin to which Deano spayed some itch spray on and gave (Y/N) an ice pack for. 

"I know where I remember you from! The Australian Swim Belt Championships." (Y/N) exclaimed and Bisho stared at her before his faced morphed into one of recognition.

"That's right you're (Y/N) (L/N) (last name) and you surprised everyone by having the best time overall. You grew up in the inner Western suburbs not around the beach and so everyone wrote you off. I remember being so cut after you beat me."

The 2 stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before Matt Dee spoke,

"Am I the only one who's surprised she's not rolling around on the floor in pain after having a blue bottle tangled on her?" That caused everyone to laugh and (Y/N) shrugged,

"I'm good at compartmentalizing pain but anyways you're Greg Bishop! I remember beating all of your times at all the competitions." 

"You beat the thoroughbred? That's certainly an accomplishment" Deano added and (Y/N) nodded, smirking

"I know, all people would tell me is you beat this Greg Bishop guy and I had no clue who he was until the Swim Belt at least where I creamed his final time. But anyways we've gotta go, thank you for everything and it was nice seeing you Bishop." 

(Y/N) ended up dragging (B/F/N) out of the tower a she got scolded by her, "As if you wouldn't slip a smoking hot lifeguard your number (Y/N) and someone who you know too. Honestly I can't deal with you sometime." (B/F/N) sighed, disappointed in her best friend. 

(Y/N) laughed and replied, "Yeah how sly would that be, just casually give him my number when he's like on the other side of the room and there's a bunch of other people on there too. What am I going to do? Yell my number out to him? But I will agree with you, he is smoking hot." 

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(Y/N) was walking down the Bondi promenade when she heard her name being called,turning around she saw a familiar face. Greg Bishop was running up to her, looking as glorious as ever, a smile plastered onto his face.

"Hey Greg" (Y/N) said, smiling,

"(Y/N), hey I was just wondering if you'd maybe like to hang out sometime?" Bisho replied, scratching the back of his head. (Y/N)'s face contorted into a smile,

"I'd love too." If it was even possible, Bisho's smile widened,

"Sweet, then I'll see you around." He pronounced going to turn around,

"You know Greg, I think you should call me some time." (Y/N) declared, a ploy smile playing on her face. His face was momentarily confused as he spoke,

"I don't have your number tho?" (Y/N) laughed,

"Correction, you don't have my number yet. That can change very quickly tho." Bisho couldn't believe the woman in front of him, she was slick that's for sure. She could probably out charm Harries if she wanted and Greg Bishop was enthralled by her.

He quickly pulled out his phone and handed it to her, watching her intently as she created a contact for herself before handing the device back.

"Cya, Greg" She said winking and giving the lifeguard a quick peck on the cheek before sauntering off. 

All the man could do was watch her walk away, a stupid grin plastered on his face as he thought about (Y/N).

This turned out better than I thought and may be sorta unrealistic but oh well!!!

Might be a few mistakes in this so apologies for that.

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