After I pulled out of my little haze, I went in search of Alana. I didn't see her at the bar so I went back through the dance floor and finally found her dancing with a guy. It looked like she wasn't really in to it so I decided to intervene and help her out. As I got to her I grabbed her and dragged her towards the bar. I was getting tired and was ready to leave.
"Hey, you ready to head on back to the beach house?" I asked her.
"Yeah sure, let's go."
We went outside and headed to the BMW. She through me the keys and said she was to tired to drive. When we pulled up to the beach house, all the lights were off. I pulled into the garage and shut the engine off. We snuck through the door hoping either her parents were already in dream land or weren't home yet. We walked upstairs and said goodnight before heading to our seperate rooms.
I walked in and stripped out of my dancing clothes and shoes. I pulled on some pajama shorts and a big tshirt. I headed to the bathroom to take my makeup off and brush my teeth. As soon as I laid my head on the pillow, I was out of it.
"WAKE UP!"
BOUNCE.
I felt myself being pulled from my comfortable sleep.
"WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD"
BOUNCE.
What is that bouncing?
"Ava Jane, BOUNCE, you better, BOUNCE, wake up right now, BOUNCE, or I'm going to smack you!" BOUNCE.
"Well okay then"
It went quiet all of a sudden. I felt sleep start pulling me back in and I wasn't resisting. Just as I was about to go back to sleep I felt something smack me in the face really hard. I jumped up and looked around. I saw a notebook laying by my head and Alana looking at me with a mischievous look.
"ALANA MARIE SMITH, I KNOW YOU DID NOT JUST WAKE ME UP BY HITTING ME IN THE FACE WITH A NOTEBOOK!"
Her mischievuos look was quickly replaced with a sheepish one.
"Uhmmmm, no?" she asked rather than said.
"YOU BETTER RUN CAUSE I AM SO GETTING YOU BACK!"
She screamed as I jumped out of the bed and chased after her. I chased her throughout the house. Through the hall, down the stairs, through the living room and den. She went out the den to the private part of the beach that was where the beach house was located. I chased after her down the beach screaming at her at the top of my lungs about how when I catch up to her I am going to throw her into the ocean while she is just plain out screaming. Other people that own houses on this part of the beach were looking at us like we were crazy. I finally caught up to her and pretty much tackled her. I dragged her the little ways into the ocean and had the satisfactory to know that she had already showered that morning.
Now don't get me wrong I usually am not like this, but when you get woken up by being hit in the face by a notebook after having what felt like 30 minutes of sleep the whole night then I think you would want revenge too. Finally after both of us being soaked from head to toe and laughing like there was no tomorrow at the rediculous situation that only me and her would do, we headed back to the beach house to eat, get ready, and go check out L.A.
After eating breakfast, well lunch since it was like 2 in the afternoon, we got dressed and drove her convertible across different parts of L.A. trying to decide what we wanted to do.
"Oh I know, how about we go and see the Hollywood Walk of Fame?"
"Sounds good to me!"
When we got there we saw Christina Aguilera, Antonio Banderas, The Beach Boys, Halle Berry, Neil Armstrong, Sandra Bullock, and many more amazing famous people. After walking down and looking at all their starts, we decided to go get something to eat. Alana wanted to go somewhere where all the famous people go, while I just wanted to go to a modest, inexpensive place. We finally decided Patrick's Roadhouse because it is more of a mixture.
It's located in Santa Monica so it took a little while to get there. When we got there we were immediately seated. It seemed like a cool little place. Apparently regulars here are Arnold Schwarzenegger, Tom Cruise, Julia Roberts, and many more. I thought it was really cool. I was pulled from my thoughts as Alana started talking.
"So what happened to you last night? I looked up from dancing and one minute your there then the next I can't find you anywhere. Then that guy came and started dancing which was really awkward by the way. He wasn't groppy but he just made me a little uncomfortable. Thanks by the way. But where were you in the meantime?"
I thought about what she said and immediately Ash came to mind. His gorgeous greek god looks and saving me from that guy groping me last night. Then I started to think about how big L.A. is and the likeliness of me ever seeing him again.
"Ava?"
"Hmmm? Oh, well I looked up from dancing also and I didn't see you. Then some guy that looked like he was old enough to be our dad came up behind me and started groping me. I tried to push him away but he wouldn't stop. Finally this sexy stranger came to my rescue and told the guy that he better stop groping his girlfriend or he was going to press sexual harrasment charges and that he needed to find somebody that actually looked old enough for him. The guy got scared and left."
Alana just stared at me awestruck. "All that happened and your just now telling me about it?!"
"Well I couldn't find you and when I did we were both to tired and ready to get back."
"Well what happened to the sexy stranger? Did you get his name or number? How old was he? What did he look like?"
"Wait a second. Slow down there. Well his name is Asher or Ash for short and that's all I know. He just told me that then left. And his looks. I swear I have never seen a sexier human being. He looked like he was some strange greek god from a different world. He was that fine!"
"grrrr. You are soooo lucky!"
" Yeah well my luck only goes so far. L.A. is a huge city. All I have is his first name and nothing else. The chances of me seeing him again are slim to none."
"You never know he could be right around the corner."
"I wish" I chuckled.
After that the subject dropped and we talked about different activites and sites we wanted to go see while eating lunch. Once we finished lunch, we decided to go back to the beach house to change into our bikinis and go down to the beach for the rest of the afternoon.
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Never Stood a Chance
أدب المراهقينAva Jane Moore was born and raised in North Carolina. She is 17 and is going to be a senior when she returns from summer vacation. Her rich bestfriend invites her on vacation to LA where they will have the best summer of their life. Experiencing new...