The Oceanic Wolves

Chapter 2

Driving along the coast with the windows down, music blasting, wind in your hair while headed in the direction away from Uni is something that can't be beat.

And don't get me wrong I love studying paediatrics as much as the next guy but med degrees are so full on and I'll be glad to be graduating and be finished with all this study at the end of the summer.

Pulling up into my driveway and parking my car it's times like this I'm glad to live by myself, no one to check with before going out, no one nagging that I should be studying instead of going surfing no one to complain when I arrive home at unfathomable hours, just pure, complete, freedom.

Walking up to the large wooden door of my beach flat I unlock it and chuck my keys into the shell shaped bowl that sits just inside before making my way through the lounge room, up my wooden staircase and into my bedroom. Being able to say that I'm fully self supported is something I'm not only proud to say but something I worked my arse off to do.

All throughout highschool and the first few years of Uni when everyone else was out partying you could find me in one of two places, first would be at work. I'd had a great job at a small cafe in the town I grew up in throughout highschool and found an equally fun job as a surf instructor that I'd reluctantly given up about a year ago when Uni became too much. The second place was obvious if you knew me at all, the beach.

Changing into my togs I'm nearly shaking in anticipation, it feels like forever since I've been for a good surf when in reality it's only been a couple days or a week at the most. Though to be fair when I'm at Uni the days just seem to drag on forever, just tutorial after tutorial, on top of lecture on top of lecture.

By the time I've changed into my swimmers, put my board on my Jeep and eaten some food it's pretty much time to leave. Zipping up my wetsuit and grabbing my board wax and keys I head back out the door and into my car.

The drive to the beach seems much longer than the 5 minute drive it is, probably due to the anticipation, that itch to get back into the water.

Pulling into the car park I see Bell sitting in the sand with her hot pink long board as she rewaxes it. Looking at her fiery curls reflecting the now setting sun I think about how ironic it is that out of the two of us she's always been the more level head sensible one where as I tend to be the hotheaded idiot that doesn't know how to back down or always takes being told no for yes.

Seeing me make my way towards her she begins waving lightly while standing up "ready?" she asks.

"Is that even a question" I reply over my shoulder already making my way towards to the water.
Running into the waves I hear her airy laugh sound out behind me.

Diving under that first wave gives me more of a rush than any drug or stimulate could, and taking that first breath of air after surfacing fills my lungs with a thrill that I couldn't begin to explain.

Swimming out past the breakers I look over the waves to the sunset and almost feel at peace, almost. Some part of me feels missing if that's not too cliché to say, and it has for a while but I normally just put it down to missing my mum and make a mental note to call her when I get back.

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After what's surely been hours now seeing as how the moon is well and truly up Bell signals that she's heading in. One more couldn't hurt right.

Sitting on my board in the now dark water I look at my surroundings, at the silver reflections skimming across the water giving it an almost eerie look, to over the sand to the faded city glow of car lights and televisions broadcasting through open windows.