Unlikely Romance

Chapter 4

Waking up I was excited to hang out with Sander, I was in my room singing to Let Me by Zayn.

"Baby let me be you man...so I can love you!" I sang as I danced around my room. I'd laugh every once in and while when I'd catch myself in the mirror doing a funny dance move.

"For the rest of my life, for the rest of yours!" I honestly loved singing and dancing around my room. They were two things I loved besides surfing that also made me happy. I had even taken dance for twelve years when I was younger but quit when I decided I wanted my full attention on surfing.

"Nice moves."

I yelped as Sander's voice scared the crap out of me. I put my hand to my chest and took several breaths to calm my racing heart.

"Thanks for that heart attack. What are you doing up here?"

He casually strolled over to my bed and sat down. "Your mom let me in."

I had told Mom about Sander and I hanging out but I didn't think that meant she would send him up to my room when he got here.

I realized something. "Hey hand me your phone."

"Why?" He asked.

"Cause I'll put my number in it."

He nodded his head as he pulled his phone out and gave it to me. I gave him mine and then punched in my number. When he wasn't looking I took a contact photo that looked really good too. When I handed him his phone back he smirked. "Nice pic."

"Thanks." I smiled and flopped down on my bed next to him.

"I like your room."

I got back up and looked around at my teal walls and white furniture, even my bed was white. My walls were covered in photos of my friends and I. The only color came from my books on my book shelf, the flowers on my window sill, and the photos on my walls.

"Thanks but I feel it needs more color."

He looked around. "I think it looks nice how it is."

I smiled. "Thanks."

He got up and went to my wall where there were a lot of pictures. There were photos of me at dance, surfing waves when I was younger, crying after I wiped out, me and my friends, photoshoots I did with my friends for photography class.

"Why this photo?" He asked pointing to my crying face.

I laughed. "To remind me that there will be times in surfing, and life, where I fail but to not give up. Like that day I was upset I wasn't doing as well as Luca and that I wiped out but then I got back on my board and did amazing." I laughed hard. "Oh my god my mom recorded the whole thing."

I went to my laptop and looked through my files till I found the right one. When I did I motioned him over to watch. The video showed little me excited to go out in the waves.

"Can I go now mommy?"

"Now that your sun screen has sunk in yes."

My little self beamed then grabbed my board.

"That's my little girl, can't keep her off a board."

The next parts of the video showed me in the water but every time I got up I got pushed off or wiped out while Luca kept riding each wave. As my parents' concern grew you saw me come out of the water crying. I threw my board down then kicked the sand. "Surfing is stupid."

My mom set the camera down but didn't realize it was still filming.

"You don't mean that."

"Yes I do." I huffed.