Tracks on the Beach

Breasthless at the Sight of You

Coastal Beachton is a small town where nothing exciting ever happens. Breeze, a somewhat skinny, fifteen to twenty four year old girl arrived on the doorstep of her Aunt Vanessa's ocean front home, on the very first day of summer. Breeze stands at the door with her pink rolling suitcase by her side.
"Breeze," Aunt Vanessa greets her opening the door, "I thought that was you I heard arrive. Don't just stand there, silly, please come in."
"Adults can never understand me," Breeze sighs while rolling her eyes as she walks in.
"Now make yourself at home," Aunt Vanessa tells her leading her to the kitchen, "I just made some lemon pound cake, I was getting it out the oven when your uber pulled up or I would have been standing at the door when you walked up." That was the last thing Breeze wanted, as Aunt Vanessa always wore long flowing dresses and sandals that made her look like a hippy. Breeze knew Aunt Vanessa would never understand a girl her age and the problems she faced. Plus, Breeze saw the empty container that the lemon pound cake came in still setting on the counter. "I'll bet you want to see your room and get settled down," Aunt Vanessa tells her, then leads her upstairs.
"And this is where you'll be living all summer long," Aunt Vanessa exclaims as she opens Breeze's bedroom door. Breeze walks in and promptly slams the door in Aunt Vanessa's face.
"This is hard," Breeze whines letting her pink rolling suitcase fall over on the ground. Her bedroom is decorated with beach decor which makes Breeze sigh again. She turns to look out her bedroom window, which sets across from the house next door. In fact Breeze's window is directly across from the house next door's window, just like the two houses in Taylor Swift's "You Belong With Me" music video and setting in front of it is another young girl, who looks to be fifteen to twenty four years old too, just like Breeze. She waves with a big smile on her face. For a moment, Breeze considers the possibility that her summer might not be so bad, but then she notices the girl has red hair.
"No fair, a ginger," Breeze cries. Breeze knew that everyone knew that gingers have no soul. She turns back to the window to see the girl is gone. She breaths a sigh of relief, but mere moments later, there is a loud knock on the front door downstairs. Breeze waits to listen for Aunt Vanessa to answer the door, but the knock is heard again. Breeze let's out an audible sigh before opening the bedroom door. It's so unfair she thought, as she plopped down the stairs. All of her friends back homes were enjoying summer camps with guys who have bodies to die for or taking workshops led by guys who looked like Justin Timberlake and here she was having to practically be a slave for Aunt Vanessa all summer long.
Breeze opens the door to find the ginger she had just seen in the window across from hers.
"Hey girl, I'm Ariella, the girl next door," the ginger introduces herself. Breeze thought she looked like the girl next door. Ariella's red hair was very similar to Breeze's blond hair in length and style and Breeze thought she was only somewhat skinny. "I made you a vanilla pound cake." She hands the cake to Breeze with a big smile on her face. "I thought we could be friends," Ariella walks in the house.
"I'll just put this away," Breeze tells her, making a beeline for the kitchen. The pound cake look exactly like Aunt Vanessa's but smelled of vanilla. It obviously was store brought, just like Aunt Vanessa's. Breeze finds the trash can and dumps in there. She gives Aunt Vanessa's lemon pound cake a last look before tossing it too. She walks back into the living room where Ariella waits.
"Girl, this house is bitchin'," Ariella compliments the home.
"I guess," Breeze says with a sigh.
"We're like the only two girls the same age in this town, and I know no one understands me, so I figured we could be best friends," Ariella tells her, "you give me the 411 on you and I'll show you around this place." Breeze considers her offer for a moment, debating to stay in and be a slave to Aunt Vanessa or taking a chance with a ginger, Ariella.
"Okay, let's get out of here," Breeze says. As Ariella leads her out, Aunt Vanessa re-enters the room.
"Oh, you girls heading out?" Aunt Vanessa asks.
"Oh my God," Breeze exclaims.
"She never understand us," Ariella says as she pulls Breeze outside.

*****
45 mins Later . . .

"Oh, girl, that is rough," Ariella sympathizes with Breeze, her new friend, as they walk along the beach, "so your parents sent you here for the summer, to live with your aunt all because they just don't get you?"
"They said I need to experience life outside the city or something, and something about too much social media," Breeze explains, then holds her cell phone up in selfie position, "get in this." She and Ariella pose with duck lips and peace signs. "Aw, that looks good," she begins to type and narrates what she is typing on her cell phone, "new friends."
"You cut off half my face," Ariella notices.
"I'll tag you on facebook, instagram, tumblr and snapchat," Breeze tells her.
"Oh and text me a copy and send it to my flickr, photobucket and email," Ariella instructs her whipping out her cell phone to receive it.
"Oh no," Breeze cries, "I can't get internet out here and Aunt Vanessa hasn't told me her wifi password yet because she's so old that might she still might have dial up."
"Girl, Coastal Beachton offers free wifi everywhere," Ariella happily informs her, "the password is beach, but don't tell anyone else. We don't want out of townies to know our secret."
"Thanks, Ariella, you're the best," Breeze thanks her as she continues to look on her cell phone.
"I know," Ariella smiles a she texts on her cell phone, "and I knew just knew we'd be great friends."
"Facebook official," Breeze chimes in.
"Now I have to show you the ropes of this place," Ariella leads her along the beach. "This is the beach, and that's the ocean. Those are waves and we're walking on sand," Ariella explains, "oh and you must come to THE peer." Ariella grabs her by the hand and runs in the direction of the peer.

Ariella and Breeze run half way down the peer before Breeze stops her nearly out of breath, but trying not to show it.
"What is-" she pants, "so special about this place?"
"This is the most romantic place ever," Ariella explains, "it over looks the beach and the ocean."
"Oh, I see it now," Breeze gasps at the sight, knowing in her mind that it would be more beautiful at night, under stars with the beach lit up. She also knows that she may never get to experience the peer at night, under the stars with the beach lit up because she is single. A loud shot fires off close to the girls and both squeal. A loud motor cycle drives by and falls over on it's side and the driver nearly dodges having his leg trapped under it.
"Oh my God!" Breeze says twirling her hair. The screeching tires from a pickup truck are the next thing they hear. It has pulled up the entrance of the peer and a young man, sixteen to thirty years old steps out and runs on the peer.
"Gauage!" he shouts running down the pair, "I told you it wasn't ready! You weren't ready!" The driver of the motorcycle grunts as he takes off his helmet. Time seems to slow down to slow motion for Breeze as she watches him remove the helmet. He shaggy dark hair falls from the helmet to his shoulders, covered by a leather jacket and Breeze's eyes follow his hands down to his waits, where his eight pack abs are pressed against his skin tight, white t-shirt.
"Thank God he's okay," Ariella says with relief.
"Gauge, it was too soon, man, too soon," the other guy tells him as Gauge, the motorcyclist, picks up his motorcycle and begins walking it back to the truck. Gauge grunts.
"Don't say that," his friend replies following him, "let me help." They walk past Breeze and Ariella without noticing them. Breeze's heart speeds up and she begins to feel a feeling she hasn't experienced in a long time.
"Who's that?" Breeze asks in a breathy voice.
"Oh, girl, that's Gauge, he's the lone wolf of the Coastal Beachton," Ariella explains, "nobody stands a chance of getting with him because he refuses to open himself up to anybody."
"Oh, he can open up to me," Breeze says, lovestruck.
"And that other guy is Cash, his best friend," Ariella explains, "he's the only person Gauge will talk to." As Ariella goes on, her voice seemingly turns into a gurgle as all Breeze can hear is harp music playing in her head as she stares at Gauge's butt in his tight jeans as he walks the bike back to the truck. Gauge brushes the side of the wooden railing, where his tight white shirt gets caught. He angrily pulls away in a motion that is not important but turns back around just in time for Breeze to see his white shirt tear, seamlessly falling from the leather jacket that somehow stays in tact, but exposes his eight pack. Gauges abs glisten in the sun, before he turns to help Cash load the motorcycle on the truck bed. Breeze was breathless at the sigh of Gauge.