Before The Last Wave

Chapter 3

Hey guys, I'm sorry the first two chapter weren't that long. I'm trying to make them longer even though I know not many are even reading my story, lol. Anyways, I hope I do this next chapter justice.

It's been about two days since Micaela and I arrived in Hawaii and things are moving pretty slow. I am just now adjusting to the three hour time difference, weird, I know. For the past two days, I've been fixing my room, organizing all my stuff from the boxes to the shelves and drawers. I didn’t realize that I’ve brought a lot of clothes, so now I don’t know where to put most of them. My bed area is almost fixed, there are just some other things that are missing.

Aunt Carrie brought over our surf boards yesterday but I haven't found the time to go surfing yet. Hopefully I get the chance to get back in the water soon. See, here's the thing with me, If I haven't surfed for more than a week, I start itching because it's like my body and soul craves for it. If people get high off marijuana, I get high off surfing. As crazy as that sounds, It's true. The adrenaline I get while surfing is the best feeling in the world. It's where I can feel free and somewhat be connected with something that always seems to be missing in my life.

As I lay on my bed Micaela barges through the door and throws a bikini at me and says, "Get dressed loser, this will probably be the only time we'll get the chance to surf with a busy semester coming our way". She stood there, patiently waiting to hear my answer.

I knew she was right. Realistically, I can't spend all day at the beach and think that I'll be able to graduate with a minimal GPA. Although surfing is a big part of my life, school is my first priority. I guess I'll just have to suck it up and take advantge of the chances when I do get to surf. "Alighty, I'll get dressed" I said, and Micaela headed out the door.

As I got off from the bed, I began to put on my coral-pink bikini top and my black bikini bottoms. I walked over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of jean short-shorts and a white crop top to wear over my bikini and matched it with a pair of brown reef flip-flops. I decide to put my dirty blonde-brownish hair down from the up-do I had on all day. I look at the mirror one last time checking if I looked somewhat decent and headed out the door as I grabbed my board.

Making my way out the housing apartment where Micaela and I dormed, I found her in a opened top jeep with a good-looking guy honking the horn. "Hurry up Kristen, let's go", she screamed with excitement in her tone. 

I gave her a light smirk refering to the good-looking guy she obviously acquainted to as I placed my board in the trunk and hopped in the back. 

"Kristen, this is Brett. Brett this is Kristen" Micaela says pointing to each of us. I gotta admitt, he is a very good looking guy. Brett is about 5'9 with a very athletic looking body. His dark brown hair and hazel brown eyes confrimed to me that he was definitely the type of guys Micaela would go for. 

"It's nice to meet you Brett" I say  with a smile and shoke his hand as he did the same. The ride to the beach was quiet. To break the awkward slience I sat up and asked, "So, how'd you two meet?" I say without any hesitation. I know it's jumping the gun but that's the kind of person I am. I don't lurk around the bush, I just get straight to the point.

Brett looked at Micaela and started to laugh so hard causing her to turn all red. "Stop, don't" she plead to him as she also slaps his arm playfully. 

"Oh, this must be good. You gotta tell me!" I exclaimed. I've known Micaela for so long that I knew that this story would be so hilarious. She's probably one of the most funniest yet clumsiest person that I know. Yet she can always keeps it real with me and that's what I love about her the most. If you're looking for a brutally honest answer, go to Micaela for it, she'll without a doubt give it to you.