Not Very Stereotypical.

Chapter Fourteen

"Bee! It's beach day!" Timmy came rushing into my room fully dressed holding Mr Ducky in his hands. I groaned, rubbing my eyes and sat up slightly straighter in order to see him clearly. I untucked my feet from the duvet and pushed them over the edge as he approached faster before he could jump on me to get up. "Wow you actually remembered. Dad said I'd get to bury you in sand if you didn't wake up in time." he sighed dramatically and turned around and left the room disappointed.

I stretched out my arms and wiped my mouth to get rid of the drool that was more than likely there and began to walk towards my chest of drawers to find an outfit for today.

Opening the drawer and picking out one of my older yellow bikinis, I squeezed it on and realised I'd definitely need to go shopping if this was going to be a regular trip. I layered on top a pair of denim jeans a simple white vest. Deciding to grab my bag and start packing, the sun started beating through the curtains.

"Oh Bethan, grab yourself something t eat an then we're going to get going. It's going to be hot today and that means the beach is going to get full early." Entering the kitchen from the stairs, I turned to see Dad wearing khaki shorts and a blue t shirt, a very relaxed attire. I rolled my eyes at his welcome as he continues to pack food and drinks into a bag for us to enjoy throughout the day.

"Good morning to you too, Dad." I rested my bag on the table next to is and headed to the fridge to pick out the mini sun cream I put in there last night along with the drink resting next to it. Timmy was sitting down impatiently next to the door, now with a hat on his head and was talking nonsense to his duck again. I finished packing my bag with re organising and folding the spare clothes and towels I had shoved in it loosely upstairs.

Before I knew it Dad had said his infamous words "let's go kiddos" and we were in the car for the short ride to the beach. Passing through gorgeous roads lined with palm trees and the sun bouncing off wood line pavements, we got closer to the beach and the wind picked up the sea salt, filling the car with the scent of the ocean. Passing by early morning runners and dog walkers, people skating and even surfer boys plucked right out from the movies. We had only driven about a mile out from our house when the city seemed to be a distant memory, we'd hit the beach and it was gorgeous.

Dad parked in a car park next to a row of shops, it was like your classic seaside town but amplified with luxury and celebrity culture. As soon as he turned off the engine, Timmy was jumping around in the back seat of the car like a puppy on its first outing. I grabbed the bags by my feet and opened the door of the cool car and got hit with a heat wave once I stood up outside. Identifying the shops as cafes and surf supply stores, Dad started to walk towards them after he had promised Timmy a new bucket and spade. "Take Timmy and go and set up camp over there. I wont be long." He said.

Grabbing me tightly, Timmy held onto my hand and started to drag me towards the road which was mainly used by skaters and cyclists. The sun was hot, slowly beginning to reach its highest point in the sky and beads of sweat were beginning to form on my hands as the temperature we were stood in was far higher than anything we'd ever lay in back home and only cooler than our holiday in Dubai when Timmy was a baby. I focused my eyes back onto the path and not on the heat as we crossed the road carefully and made our ways under the trees to the white sand and blue water lapping onto the shore.

"Over there!" Timmy shouted, jumping up and down whilst pointing towards an empty area of sand resting in the middle of the beach, not too far from the water, not too far from the car. Squeezing Mr Ducky for added emphasise, we skipped over to the spot, weaving through early tanners and other children playing various games in the heat. I dropped the bag as we reached the spot and began to pull out my towel to lay on. Timmy sat on the towel next to me and we began to lather up with sun cream to protect us from the heat. I checked my phone in order to see the temperature. 86 degrees fahrenheit, roughly 30 celsius and rising.

I put my sunglasses on and took off my denim shorts and lay back letting the sun hit me. Timmy started to dig a hole by the time Dad had returned with his new bucket and spade and a new pair of flip flops for me too. Written across both of the neon pink soles was 'cali girl est 2020', I laughed at how fitting it was. He loved a good tourist gift.

Throughout the couple hours we were at the beach, I lay in hopes that I could develop a tan before the party but kept moving in the water and sand with Timmy so I couldn't burn. By lunchtime hit us, the temperature was higher tan we'd ever properly experienced so in order to keep Timmy save, and avoid sunstroke- we decided on heading home to cool off in the pool or just to stay out of the sun. The tingle I experienced putting back on my shorts allowed me to be pretty confident in my attempt to turn golden.

"Come on before you boil." I lifted Timmy out of his human sized damp hole and guided him into his shoes to avoid him burning the soles of his feet on the dry sand.

"Mr Ducky said he wants ice cream," the rubber duck made a dehydrated quack and Timmy's smiled radiated excitement and satisfaction. I rolled the towel up and placed it underneath my arm before holding onto Timmy's hand again.

Agreeingg with the idea, I said"Well Mr Ducky's going to have to ask the guy with the car keys." We both looked up at Dad who clearly had heard the conversation as he swung his car keys in one hand and the bigger nag of stuff in the other.

Turning to look over his shoulder slightly, he rolled his eyes at the puppy-dog looks he was being given and knowing he cant refuse them he turns back around and announce, "Okay Mr Ducky, we can get ice cream."