As The Waves Crash Down... [Chapter 8]
Grahhhhhh...Why must everything be so stressful?! Why can't I just get accepted into school so I can FINALLY finish this year? It's all just making me more insecure with each passing day...which is pa-the-tic.
Anyway, new chapter. God, please help me and make this chapter better than the past few.
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.: Three Weeks Later :.
Frankie and I sat on the beach drinking soda and laughing out loud after we finished swimming for the afternoon. I was in a black bikini with a pair of teal Adidas shorts covering my bottom half. It was still pretty warm for the beginning of October. I blame it on our place being seaside. Dan, Frankie, and I sat in a circle-or more like a triangle-talking about our biggest goal that we're going to go for by the end of senior year. Both were clad in only their board shorts. I laughed out loud as Dan talked about joining a band and making it big in the music industry.
"You seriously think that, in the span of nine months, you'll be able to get signed, make an album, and get a decent fan base?" I asked him disbelievingly.
"Well, you say it like it's impossible," he scoffed at me.
"That's because it basically is!" I told him with a laugh.
Frankie tsked at me. "Wow, Krys. I thought you'd be more supporting of family," he said while punching Dan in the shoulder.
"Yeah, Krys!" Dan agreed.
"Hey," I said and shrugged, "don't gang up on me."
"But, seriously, Dan," Frankie said, "you're really going to do all of that?"
"Maybe I'll be able to do all of it. You never know. But mainly, I just wanna join a band by the end of the year," he said honestly with a small smile.
"What's your talent anyway?" Frankie asked.
"Oh, he's a mean drummer, I tell you," I told Frankie with complete mock-adoration in my eyes.
Dan brushed off his shoulder cockily. We all cracked up. Despite the fact that Jake didn't really trust Frankie, from what he's heard from his friends, Frankie and I had grown to be amazing friends in the past few weeks. Not only was he an amazing listener, but every time I was with him, I seem to forget everything else but just what was happening in the now. Actually, Jake liked Frankie as a guy, but when it came to being my friend, that's where Jake drew the line of how far his trust went.
"And what about you? What's your great goal for this year?" Dan asked Frankie.
"It's the same goal that any person in our grade has. Just to have fun and enjoy the ride," he said as he leaned back on his forearms staring out to the ocean.
"Boo! That's a sucky and unoriginal goal!" I protested with a smirk.
"Yeah?" Frankie asked with narrowed eyes. "What your mind-blowing one then?"
"Hmmm," I thought with a grin on my face, "I want to be able to go through the year not regretting a single move I made. I want to be proud of all that I've done in the past nine months when I stand on that stage and get that diploma. I want to be happy. I mean truly happy. With absolutely nothing at all in my mind but that happiness."
I stared out to the setting sun and wished with everything I had that I'd achieve my goal. Not only for me, but for everyone around me. So that all of them would stop worrying and fussing over me.
"Yours is just sappy, Krystal," Frankie said with a chuckle.
I glared at him and smacked his head.
