Just a summer thing

Chapter one~

Zoey's P.O.V.:

"Slower, Zoey! We're gonna get pulled over!" My cousin, Annalise, yelled to me as I drove the pasty white, run down golf cart around the beach of the camping grounds we were staying at.

Now, these camp grounds aren't exactly the old traditional style camping grounds. They're camping grounds located just at the edge of the San Diego Bay and it's beautiful, beachy surroundings. There is no exotic nature, there are no trails, and there are no wild animals roaming as they please.

There are only sandy beaches, attractive surfers, and very tan civilians.

Anyways, as Annalise yelled for me to slow down, I floored it. There was only a few people out at this time anyways. Quiet time for the camp was at around eleven p.m. sharp, but of course I wanted to drive the cart around without any cars in the way.

Besides, the only people out were teen couples hanging out at the beach and drunk middle aged men hanging at their campsites.

So, of course I was going to drive as fast as possible. I was driving towards the arcade, which I knew was closed, but there was a big tree next to the arcade, perfect for climbing. Plus, there was a thick branch at the middle area of the tree, which was good for sitting on.

I turned the cart onto the side walk next to the arcade, and hopped out, running towards the tree, as Annalise chased after me.

"Zoey! Wait for me! It's kind of hard to run in heels!" She whisper-yelled at me as she took her shoes off, making it easier for her to run.

"I just want to go to our tree," I said, looking back at her with sincerity in my eyes, "we have freedom. It's three in the morning, there's barely anyone out here."

I noticed two boys, about our age, sitting down at a cafe table behind her. One of them was a little taller than me. His hair was dark and up in a quiff. Even from the far distance I was looking at him from, he was pretty attractive.

The other one was taller than the hot one. His hair was lighter and a shorter version of his friend's hair. He also had a scruffy beard which made it look like he had simply forgotten to shave, so I'm assuming he was having a rough time.

"Hey, ann, those guys are hot," I whispered to her, nodding towards the guys.

She looked over at them and squinted hard.

"If only I could see them," she muttered, "I'm not wearing my contacts."

"I'm going to go talk to them," I said, nudging her side with my elbow, making her jerk back a bit.

"Fine, but hurry," she turned behind her, and saw three college aged guys holding red cups, and most likely talking about something I didn't want to think about, "I don't want to be around here for too long."

I walked towards the guys and sat at the table next to them, hoping they'd notice me. But when they didn't say anything to me, I decided to listen in on their own conversation.

"I don't know, Zayn," the taller one said to the hot one, "I know we all came here to get away from it all, but I didn't know I'd want to stay here for so long. She's just so perfect, and I don't know how I'm going to tell her."

He sounded genuinely heart broken which made me feel pretty bad for him.
The hot one, who is learned was named Zayn, looked his friend in the eyes and sighed, "you'll get through it. Just tell her how you feel."

At this point, I think they noticed me stalking their conversation because the tall one hesitated and turned to me.

"Can I help you, miss?"

"Oh, no need to call me miss," I said with a very nervous, choked up chuckle, "I'm only twenty."

He apologized and smiled sweetly while his friend shyly listened.

"It's fine, I'm sorry for intruding. I don't normally do this, it's just, my cousin and I saw you from afar and I thought you were both incredibly attractive and I walked over here and-" I cut myself off sharply and sighed, "sorry, I trail off a lot."

The hot one smiled when I admitted my awkward attraction, and finally spoke up.

"It's fine, love. I've heard that a lot today, you wouldn't believe it."

His voice was deep, but not too deep. His accent was somewhat of a British-English accent. He spoke sweetly and lightly, but he mumbled and trailed off on his sentences a bit. It was like he was nervous.

I chuckled, "well I see why. You're pretty attractive."

This made the taller one's face get very red and Zayn smiled.

"I'm Zayn," he said, managing to hold his smile, "and this is my friend, Liam."

"I'm Zoey." I said bluntly, not wanting to sound too interested in the conversation I was having, when in reality I was practically about to scream. These guys were attractive and they definitely seemed nice.

"Zoey," Zayn repeated quietly, as if he didn't hear it the first time.

I smiled at him, but I then noticed a drunk girl stumble towards us and collapse next to a table only after she had managed to mumble, "Do any of you have some drugs?"

"Well, after witnessing that, I'm willing to bet that a couple of guys will be arriving soon," I said as Liam nodded.

"You should head out of here," I whispered, pointing to a blocked off jetty, protected by short, roughed up, unintimidating fencing where there was a group of young teens, obviously either drunk or high.

They both got up and thanked me after I had given Zayn my number.
"Hope I'll see you later, then?" I asked, nodding to Zayn.

He smiled.

"Of course. I'll definitely look toward to that."

Liam gave Zayn a look as if to say, 'stop flirting, let's head out,' and of course, Zayn understood.

I'm waved goodbye to them and walked back over to the tree, smiling the whole way.