Not another Day at the Beach

Chapter 1: The Perfect Day

POV: Cameron
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"You know, we could just go get some froyo instead of going to the beach..."
Addison, my little sister sat in the passenger seat of my maroon Chevy, briefly looking up from her phone.

"Sounds tempting..." I replied, grabbing onto the steering wheel as I made a turn.
"Maybe later, if we have time."

We frequently got frozen yogurt together, since it was always hot in Florida. If it was any other day, I probably would have said yes, and turned the car around to go to the yogurt buffet. We'd both probably run into the shop, heading to the machines to pull the metal handles and have a spiral of colorful cream slowly descend from the dispenser. Addison would get a pink swirl of strawberry and top hers with an assortment of vibrant fruits and those gross little tapioca bubbles, and I'd definitely go for anything chocolate. I'd probably do that on any other day, but today wasn't just any other day. It was the first day of summer vacation, the first day of no worries, no pressures, no responsibilities. Today I didn't have conflicts in my schedule...all I had was time. Time to do whatever I wanted to. And I wanted to go to the beach that day.

I pulled up to the lot leading to the beach. I parked, or at least I tried to park. Parallel parking isn't my thing, unfortunately. I turned off the ignition, putting the silent hum of the car engine to rest. I opened the car door, instantly breathing in the salty air.
I stepped out to survey my parking job.

"And the award for the shittiest parking job goes to..."

"Addi, mom told you to stop cursing"

"It's your fault I curse so much. Besides, I'm thirteen. I'm old enough." Addison said, grabbing the soda-filled cooler she brought.

"Addison, first of all, don't listen to the things I say." I said, pulling my surfboard out of the trunk of the car. "Second of all, thirteen is not old."

"That's bs. I'm too young to curse, but apparently when it comes to having to load the dishwasher, I'm 'too old not to be doing it.'"

"Life's not fair Addi."

"That's your answer to literally everything."

"Because it is the answer to literally everything. Don't doubt my wisdom."

"You just said not to listen to anything you say."

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that?"

Addison rolled her eyes, hoisting the cooler up.

"I try my best."

Tucking the board under my arm, I ran down the parking lot to the sandy beach.
Grains of warm sand sprang up into the air as my feet hit the dunes. The waves crashed on the shore along with the sound of chatter from other surfers and beachgoers. I pulled my camera out of my bag, adjusting the lense to quickly snap a picture of all the colorful umbrellas that littered the white beach.

"I probably have a million pictures of the beach stored in here." I thought.

I laid down my towel, and put my bag next to it. I was bending down to tighten my board leash around my ankle, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around to see a girl standing in front of me. She was a petite girl who looked about my age, toned and athletic. She was tan, with sun kissed brown hair that hung in messy braids around her shoulders, and she wore a navy wetsuit that went down to her thighs and clung tightly to her body.
She looked up at me, shifting her weight awkwardly.