Caught

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

We arrived at the beach house five and a half hours later, adding the extra hours because dad got "lost." I stepped out of the car, and the smell immediately hit me. Humid, ocean air. I breathed in deeply, and exhaled.

Mia got out, and spread out her arms. "Now this," she said as she revealed the ocean in front of the house, "is vacation."

I laughed and nudged her. "Let's bring this stuff inside." She agreed, and we continued forward into the house. It was just like I remembered it. Black recliners on the right, a big, white kitchen to the far left corner, the stair case following the kitchen, and a big sliding glass door, revealing a porch leading down to the beach.

"Damn." Mia just stood there, her mouth gaped open.

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The next morning, we went down to breakfast and started to plan out our day. Sophie ate pancakes she prepared herself, and we just ate cereal. We left the house, dressed in shorts and tank tops, and started toward the stores.

"I need a new case." Mia said, examining her iPhone. She was right, hers was cracked and the LIFE was messed up, because one letter had fallen off. Now it said, LI E. We laughed.

"I can go by myself." She mumbled, in a weird mood change.

I frowned. "You sure?"

She nodded. "Okay-" but she was already gone.

What was that about.. did I do something wrong? Is she mad at me.. Oh stop it ally, I scolded myself, she's probably just-"Ahhhh!!"

I suddenly stumbled over a long, narrow wooden log, the ones they use at the beach to separate things.

Just when I was thinking of getting up, I heard a males voice.

"Woah, are you okay?"

But when I looked up, I saw him. A boy, with shaggy brown hair, with streaks of blonde from the sun. His face, a crimson shade of tan, and his eyes- oh his eyes were green, with a touch of grey. He wore a red polo shirt, white shorts, and tan leather sandals. He reached out his hand, and I grabbed it, pulling myself up with strength of his and my own. He smiled at me, and I swooned. I then realized he had asked me a question.

"Oh, um, I'm f-fine." I stuttered.

He smiled, and I tried to keep my balance. He then reached out his hand formally, "Chase." I was in love.

"Ally."

"I've never seen you here before, are you new around the area?" He asked.

I contemplated my answer. Usually when I told people I was in the westward area, they automatically think I'm a snobby, rich kid. I decided not to lie.

"I come here every year for vacation. I'm in the westward area." I said, gesturing toward the way I came.

He burrowed his brow, and the corners of his mouth twitched up slightly into a smile. "I'm pretty sure I would've remember a beautiful girl walking around here."

I looked down, and a curtain of my dirty blonde hair covered my face. I blushed.

I finally looked up, only to meet his eyes. Suddenly curious, I asked him, "How old are you?"

"Eighteen,"Perfect. " You?"

"Seventeen."

He seemed to think about this. "Well Ally-who's-seventeen. I'll see you around."