Blondes Are People too!

Summer Time and Sunshine

There are certain things in our lives that just make our days a little more bearable. For me, that is a steaming cup of cocoa. I don't care if it is one hundred and two degrees out, I'm having my hot chocolate. Which is what brought me here.

I sighed as I picked myself up off the floor and removed my blouse, which now sported a new ugly brown stain. Great! I thought after assuring the young girl attempting to help me up that I was fine. I tossed my now empty cup into the trash. I could tell people were staring, but I knew they would soon go back to what they were doing. Marianna, a waitress, gave me a sympathetic look. Accidents like this seemed to happen a lot, it comes with the territory of being a blonde.

I left the coffee shop without my hot chocolate and was in a sour mood all the way to the beach. You would be too if your one joy in life was poured all over the floor and over your clothes. I called my best friend Ava on the way so we could surf together. I pulled my board from the roof of my jeep and walked to the bench near the entrance to the pier. Looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to me, I reached under the secluded bench until I felt the familiar material of my bag.

It had become a ritual over the years to meet at the edge of the water whenever we were upset and work out our frustrations on the waves. Right on cue, I saw a tall, dark haired girl running towards me. Ava stopped when she reached my side, still attempting to catch her breath.

"Hey I was just about to call you to meet me here, I was on my way already." I noticed her tear stained eyes and puffy cheeks.

"Okay, who's butt do I need to kick?" I asked her as we walked to the makeshift bathrooms to change. I turned to face her outside the door, waiting for her to speak. A fresh round of tears flowed from her eyes, smudging the already runny mascara. "He wants to marry...her," she finally told me making sure to put as much rage and hate into the last word. I immediately pulled her into a tight hug. Ever since Ava's mom died, two years ago, her dad hasn't been the same. A once caring father and husband, now a rude and obnoxious manwhore. He would stay out all hours of the night, coming home hungover, or on the arm of a slut in a tight little skirt. About a month and a half ago, one of his bimbos decided to stick around, turning Ava's father against her and her little brother Tommy. I guess she finally convinced him to marry her.

I released Ava and put my arms on her shoulders, "It's going to be okay," I said with more confidence than I felt. She shrugged her shoulders and walked into the other changing room. I shut the door to my stall and quickly changed into my neon pink bikini. It was simple, and covered enough that I didn't have to worry about spilling out of it while surfing. Ava was waiting for my outside, and I saw she had wiped the smeared mascara from her face.
We made our way to the beach again, dropping our bags in the hot sand and make a beeline for the clear water.

I let a small gasp when I hit the chilly water, it was still early in the morning, and the sun wasn't fully up. A familiar rush of adrenaline surged through my body as I paddled alongside Ava, crashing through the choppy waves. A new set was about to break as I repositioned my board toward the shore. A smile lit up Ava's face as she spotted the small waves ascend on the water. I silently signaled for her to take first wave, patiently waiting for the massive wall of water I knew was coming soon. I lost sight of Ava in the water, but didn't worry, Ava was a fantastic swimmer. I leaned back onto my board and paddled into position, waiting for the perfect moment to stand under the wall of cascading water reaching all around me. I trailed my hand along the sleek surface. My euphoric state being interrupted by the sudden rush of water toppling down, and encasing me in the waves.

My head broke the surface and I climbed back onto my board, swimming over to an elated Ava who was chatting with one of the local surfer dudes.