The Boy of My Dreams

Chapter 7

"Hazel! it's time to get up! it's saturday!" my mom always wakes me up like this.

Another day of LA, but a new twist. A date with nash grier! I have to find the perfect bikini.

"Now..." I say strolling through my closet. "Where is my purple and green bathing suit?"

I finger through my outfits looking for some shorts to go over my green and purple polka-dotted bottoms.

"Lace or cloth?" I ask myself. "Hmm... lace, it's better with the colors."

I throw on a loose Victoria's secret tank top and grab my keys and beach bag.

My brother's blue sadaan starts up and I back out of the driveway. I see that Nash has already left in his red jeep.

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When I arrive at the beach, I see Nash, shirtless, waiting for me in the sand. Nash has got some serious abs of steel. He has a full 6 pack. I walk up to nash and he turns around and picks me up.

"Nash! haha! what are you doing?!" I ask, laughing hard.

"I'm practicing!" he says, putting me down.

"For what?"

"When I throw you in the water!" he says, grabbing me and putting me over his shoulder.

"No! stop it, stop it!" I say laughing and playfully kicking.

"No, I'm just kidding, you still have all your clothes on! which by the way look great." he says examining my whole outfit.

"Well yours don't look that bad either."

"But I'm just wearing a bathing suit..."

"I know!" I start cracking up and run up the sand. Nash chased after me, leading me to a frozen yogurt store.

The cold AC hits me full blast and gives me a slight chill.

"Nash, what are we doing here? I didn't bring money!"

"Don't worry! I want to pay for you." Nash said, probably feeling like a hero.

He leads me up to the cups and I pick the smallest size. We walk over to the levers and I pull the one for strawberry yogurt. Nash goes for vanilla. I top my yogurt off with strawberries. He tops his off with Oreos.

"Hey Nash, and heeyy." says a guy about 18 who is clearly checking me out.

"Oh hey dylan." says Nash. " This is my friend Dylan, and this is my new neighbor, Hazel."

I wave. "Cool. Well see ya." Says Dylan. "Bye." Nash says as we walk out.

We eat our frozen yogurt as we head back to our towels on the beach.

As soon as I finish mine, my skin feel alike it's on fire. "You want to go in the water?" I ask Nash, hoping he'll say yes.

"Sure." He says with a sparkle in his eyes.

I pull off my tank top and Hollister shorts to show my green and purple bathing suit.

I stand up and brush the sand off. As soon as I'm done brushing the sand off, Nash picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. i laugh and scream at the Same time. "This time is for real, last time was just practice!" he says.

He runs toward the water and I keep laughing. As soon as the water is up to his waist, he throws me into the water. The water is cool and refreshing on my skin. I come up and use my hands to brush my soaked hair out of my face. Then I cup my hands and splash water all over him. He then splashes water at me, which eventually turns into a cute splash fest. I tried running away from him in the water, but running in water isn't all that easy, and that's what made it so fun.

Before I knew it, Nash had caught up to me. He grabbed my by the hips and turned me around. We were both laughing uncontrollably.

"You know, I really like you." Nash said smiling and looking down into my green eyes.

"I know." I said giggling. "I like you too."

Finally everything was quiet, except for the splash of the waves on the sand. We stared into each other's eyes, until slowly, we leaned in and our lips touched. His lips we soft and warm. How do I even know how to kiss?

At last, I pulled away. We both smile at Eachother. I realize that the sun is hanging low in the sky. "We should probably go." I said sadly.

"Yeah, you're right." he says looking at where our stuff is on the beach.

We grab our towels and dry off. As soon as we grab our stuff, we walk off to our cars. "Meet you at your house." Nash says with a glint in his eye.

"Okay." I say climbing into my car, and driving back to my house. I park in my driveway just as Nash parks in his. He walks across his yard, last mine, up the sidewalk, up the steps, in front of my door on the porch. In the light from the porch his eyes glow blue.

We lean in once more and kiss. We kiss until we slowly part. My arms draped around his neck, his hands on my hips. I know this couldn't be more perfect. He pulls me in again.

The door opens and I whip my head around. There stands my brother. My over protective brother.