Bonnie Woods- They never stop

Riding the Waves

'Not more freaking gas', Click thought. Over the past few days that she had been here she had been gassed about seven times. She had come to the conclusion that she should open her eyes and see which cell she was transferred to and what chains were being used to keep her locked in.

What she saw was unexpected. She was in a hotel room. She had been put in a double bed, which had a bedside table between another it and another one. The walls were a creamy colour and were lit up by a black-stained, glass chandelier, which hung in the middle of the ceiling.

There was a knock at the door. Click opened it to see Jason in his board shorts and no shirt. She admired his perfect body and what came with it - the abs. He was perfectly toned and had a gorgeous tan. 

"Sorry, I forgot my key," he said as he barged in.

"It's cool. Do you know where we are?" He glanced at Click for a split second before returning to what he was doing.

"We're on some coast in the US."

"How can you be so casual about this? Aren't you wondering anything at all?"

"Click, honey", he said turning towards her and grasping her so that they were looking at each other, "I'm just glad that we aren't stuck in those cells. Can you surf?"

"What do you mean 'Can I surf?’ where is this even coming from?", he looked at her clearly wanting an answer, "No, I cannot surf".

"Well, chuck on some bathers and meet me down at the beach in 10. I am going to teach you how to surf, miss". He added two clicks of his fingers as he turned for the door. 

"Bathers? Where am I gonna find any bathers?'

"Look in the dresser. Everything you need is in there". With that, he left.

Click groaned and turned for the dresser. In the top draw she found all the daily essentials; socks, undies and bras. The second was full of t-shirts and dresses. The third draw, however, had all the stuff that she needed. It had a range of bikinis, all having a matching piece. There were floral, Aztec, cut-outs and all the bathers you could think about. Click chose a black floral pair that complemented her dark skin tone. She went to the bathroom to fix herself up. She chucked her hair in a loose ponytail and put on some mascara. 'I'm looking surf-alicious, baby', she thought to herself before leaving for the beach.

When she arrived, it was empty. Except for Jason. Jason was riding the waves, and pulling some complicated moves. He saw Click watching and, flashing a wave, he surfed down to the shore.

"I was wondering if you'd chickened out on me," he yelled running over to her.

"Don't worry, I came", Click giggled modestly as she cautiously trotted down the rocks. Jason monkey gripped her arms to assist.

"Why thankyou, kind sir".

"You're quite welcome, ma'am", he added a bow.

"So where do we start".

*   *   *

Three hours later Click had all the moves.

"Okay. One more run and then we'd better get lunch."

"Okay".

"And... If you stay up longer than me, I'll shout lunch."

"Deal." 

The two raced out on 'GO' and splashed their way down to the waves. Jason took the wave, in front of Click.

Click struggled at first. "Yes Jason! I'm rockin' this".

"Woohoo." He clapped his hands twice. "Now, make sure you-"

"Didn't you hear me? I know what I'm doing". Jason rolled his eyes. Slowly, Click bent her knees and moved upon the wave. She spun down to completely overtake Jason.

"What!" As he said this, he flopped his arms and then, as he did so his board flung down from beneath him.

"Oh My GOD! Ha-ha. I won! I can't believe it, I won!" As Click was celebrating her board, too, slipped out from beneath her.

Their heads popped out from and they both cracked up into hysterics.

"So, lunch is on you," Click managed to get out in between her laughs. The two started to paddle back to shore

When they had arrived back, they were pushing and shoving until they saw a familiar face.

"Dad?"

"Hello, son", Chris said

"Chris? Why are we here?"

"We need to talk guys".

*   *   *

The three of them sat down at a booth at the pub.

"It is important that you don't interrupt me during this."

"Understood," Click said as her and Jason nodded in unison.

"The other day, when the head professor spoke to me, I had to have a legitimate reason as to why I had exposed you guys to each other."

"What's that reason?" Click interrupted.

"I told you not to interrupt me."

"I'm sorry," she retorted, "I'm stuck on an island with no-where to go. I'm sorry if I get a little short with you."

"I should have told you, but, I just felt so bad, you know."

"Cut the crap and get on with it doctor".

"I told them that I had planned to get you two... involved".

"You what!?” the two screamed together. Click continued, "You can't do that."

"I had to. For you, and your safety, a-and my career."

"What about me, dad. I'm your son".

"I-"

"Don't even finish! You are a selfish, selfish man!" Click started to well up, "I could very easily fall for your son, okay? I am attracted to him, okay? I just want you to know why you did it"

"I've told you why."

"Then you're weak and pathetic." Click turned and started to walk away.

"Click, where are you going?"

"I guess I'm leaving, Chris."

"To where?"

"I'm getting off this island and away from everything."

"Click you can't."

"And what do you know?"

"There are patrol officers arming the border. With weapons."

"Then I guess that I'll get killed. I'd rather that than stay here with you." Then she left.

Jason turned to his father. "Why, dad?"

"I'm so sorry, son." Chris put out his arms and Jason returned his hug.

"I love you, dad."

"I love you, too, Jase."

"But you have to stop being such an ass." They both laughed, "I'm gonna go check on Click. Don't do anything stupid, dad. Chris smiled at him and they split ways.