Moments of Summer: Part 1- Sweet Ocean Air

Chapter 2: Unspoken Promises

“Lacy, Lacy, Lacy!” I squealed and nudged her possibly a little to hard, but I was too excited to feel remorse. 

    I probably should’ve waited for her to fully wake up before I got off , but I was to excited to get off that stupid contraption they called a bus. Which by the way was full of the elderly and smelled like diapers. I hop over her and take off down the isle not realizing my chucks were un-tied. And before I could even grab for grandpa’s suspenders in front of me, I ate it. Literally. There I was laying on the germ infested bus isle, face first, with a mouth full of rubber. 

“Oh sweet merciful..! GOOD LORD! For all that is wrong in the world! LACY!!”

Lacy slumps down the isle, still groggy. She takes one good look at me then just explodes with laughter.

“Danielle! Laughter. Oh my gosh, you are such an idiot! Why are you still laying there that’s absolutely disgusting!”

I push my self up, dreading to see the finished product of this fall. I steady my self on the side of a chair and spin myself around to face Lacy.

“How bad is it?” 

“Good thing there are lots of plastic surgeons in California because you face is seriously messed up.” A giant smirk spreads across her face, reveling her perfectly white teeth.

“Piece of crap!”  I run to the front of the bus and step in the driver’s seat to look in the mirror. 

“Of flipping coarse.” My nose is bleeding. I look down an my white shirt that is now polka dotted and try adjusting my jean jacket to cover as much of the splatter as I can. Yeah that was a fail. Lacy comes over and gives me a napkin. I pray she found in her bag and not the floor.

“Thanks. Okay lets just go out and try to forget this just happened and wait for the next bus. We’re on the beautiful beach of  San Francisco, let‘s try and enjoy it”

Lacy and I walk off the bus and head for the sand. I didn’t really wear the right clothes for the beach. Ripped black skinny jeans, dark gray converses and of coarse my newly ruined white shirt with my ever faithful jean jacket. Lacy on the other hand was wearing khaki shorts with her white “Dope” tank top and toms. She is tan all year around and can pull of that stuff. Un like me, who only gets her tan from a machine that sprays you.

We pick a spot not so crowded that is covered by rocks to sit. We take off our shoes and I cuffed my jeans so that the water didn’t soil them. We sprawled ourselves  back as our feet slid further into the sand letting the water graze them. 

Peaceful right? Wrong. It had maybe been ten minutes before we heard a bunch of guys yelling and goofing off. Lacy is more quick to anger than me, so when she hears this she immediately gets up to see exactly what they are doing. 

“What are they doing over there?” I ask impatiently because she has just been staring this whole time. I asked again. She still didn’t answer. I stand up and brush the sand off my pants and walk over to where she is peering behind a large rock. Then I see them. Out of all the beaches, at anytime, they are here.

   Allstar Weekend stands less than 40 yards away from us. Zach is dancing to his iPod while Cameron and Michael are having a fight over who knows what, throwing sand and bits of shell at each other while playfully laughing. 

    This can NOT be real life. What should we do? Should we casually walk up say hey? Or do we go fan girl on them? NO DANIELLE! No. You are not going to go over there and talk to them. They would probably be thinking you were stalking them. There will be other times to see them. Maybe. 

Lacy Finally speaks.

“Zach.”

“Porter.”