This is my first story I'm posting. (: Yay! I hope whoever reads this likes it, but if you don't, that's alright. (:
The water splashed up on my legs, and I dug my toes further into the wet sand. I loved the beach and everything that came with it- especially the sand. Everything the beach had to offer was amplified to maximum since I hadn't been to the beach in years. Now, I got the chance to live on the beach for an entire week. No civilization except for beach bums and combers, hibiscus lovers, and hut dwellers. I know it's not the fabulous lifestyle that I'm used to, but everyone could use a little bumming time.
I sat down in the wet sand, searching the shells for shark's teeth. The waves moved towards me, making it even harder for me to find a tooth. I sighed and fell on my back- not caring if my hair got sandy and wet. I put my bathing suit on earlier, so my clothes were safe from the beach. Although, shorts and tank tops were meant for the beach life.
The tide was coming in quickly, taking me into the ocean a little at a time. At this point, I had to give up my search and abandon the beach for dinner. I stood up, sliding in my flip flops, and grabbed my straw bag. The walk ahead of me wasn't far, the house only across from the beach. I began the arduous climb up the loose sand and dug through my bag for my Blackberry. I had a feeling that it wouldn't be able to work since there was no signal out here, but I just felt better when I had something to do or look for. There's nothing like looking stupid, not that I did. Because if I tripped, I felt like I had a real reason to.
I hoped over the dunes and slid down one of them, landing on the dirt road. My temporary home stood- or should I say wobbled- about a leap away. The old pink paint disgusted me, and the screen porch didn't look too safe. The whole house looked iffy. I walked in anyway and threw my stuff on the nearest chair, letting out a huge sigh.
"What's wrong, girly?" My friend questioned from the kitchen which was on my left.
"Tera, why does a sigh shout that something's wrong?" I moaned as I forced myself into the kitchen, "Holy wow, where's the rest of the kitchen?"
She smirked, "It's not good enough for Miss Perfect?" She went back to cooking something.
I sniffed the air, "Yum! What is that?"
"It's called hot dogs boiling in a pot," She uttered sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes at her annoying habits. She had to be sarcastic all the time. Although she liked being like that, it had become a habit for her. She didn't even know she was doing it, but no one could be mad at Tera. She had been my best friend since the fourth grade. Ever since I complimented her at a stupid elementary dance, we were friends.
Her scrunched hair fell around her face, almost dragging through the boiling water. She looked up at me with a questioning look. I shrugged, and she went back to cooking. I admired her. Tera had a way of making her friends feel fabulous in any situation, myself included. I decided to leave the kitchen and into the living room.
Luckily, the shack had a television but only basic cable. I flipped through some channels and found some stupid news channel talking about how the surf was going to be for the next week. Watching it was tortuous and I leaned back on the couch. There was a loud slamming sound that sent me into shock and forced a yelp out of Tera. The door creaked open, and the guy came in.
"Yo!" He shouted in a gangster-ish voice.
"Seriously, Rick?" I slumped further into the couch, "When the hell has 'yo' been used by anyone?" I thought for a second,"Well except for Randy Jackson."
My gangster wanna be friend plopped down next to me, putting his buff arm around me. I had to admit he was a little desirable, but I cringed at the thought of dating this dork next to me. He wanted to be tough but was really a preppy school boy with blonde hair and buff arms.
"Rick! You're such a Bon-Bon," Tera yelled from the kitchen.
Rick and I exchanged looks and I blurted out, "Tera, was that an insult?"
She walked in, "It was meant to be that. Why?"
"You suck at insults," Rick said flat out.
Tera leaped on the couch next to Rick and cuddled up to him. They were a couple, and I felt like the third wheel. Obviously I'd be alone for the entire vacation, no one to talk to. I hated that they made me come along on their stupid vacation. Tera wanted me to meet some handsome lifeguard who would save me from a rip tide or something dumb like that. Rick just didn't want to be with Tera alone. I didn't really understand why, but then I thought about it. Tera was crazy; she might burn the house down.
"Uhg!" I sighed.
"What?" Rick demanded. He stood up and walked into the kitchen like he had just forgotten he had asked me something.
"Rick!" I shouted, then walking into the kitchen I hollered, "I hate you, too, but listen to me when I'm talking to you."
He zoned out once his eyes landed on the hot dogs, and I snapped my fingers to get his attention, "Rick!" He looked up so I continued. "Good boy."
He clicked his tongue like a teenage girl, "I know it's difficult to realize, Dawn, but I'm human. You know what a human is, don't you?"
I returned the tongue click, "You do realize that you just said that to the President of the Science Club/ future Geneticist?"
He stood dumbfounded and squinted, "Um, what's that?"
I raised my eyebrows in question. He wanted to know what a geneticist was. "Something you'll never be." I smirked and pranced back into the living room.
Tera already got up and went into the back room- our bedroom for the vacation. I decided that I should probably go and unpack my stuff, not that I brought a lot. I packed two bathing suits, shorts, tank tops, and flip flop. I barely needed that to survive this week.
"Tera!" I barely yelled, making my way to our room.
I stopped, and my mouth dropped when I saw two suit cases unzipped and loaded to the top. Five bikinis were thrust around the room, three pairs of flip flops lined up on a wall, and countless pairs of shorts. I choked on how much stuff she brought. We were staying for a week not a month. Even if we were staying for a month, she over packed, and I made sure to tell her that.
"Tera!" I squeaked. I tripped over everything that got in my way. "What is all this stuff?"
She popped out of closet and cocked her head, "What do you mean, Dawn?"
I explained to her everything I was thinking, and continued, "Damn! Tera, you're insane."
She gave me a grin, "Rick and I are staying a month, and I don't feel over packed!" She went on unpacking and shoving clothed in random drawers and hanging up nicer clothes.
I found myself sniffing the air and making an odd face. It smelled like something burning, and I thought about Tera making hot dogs earlier. She had forgotten about them, and I had to hurry to the kitchen. Smoke filled the kitchen, and the fire alarm went off, piercingly loud.
