Call her ZADDY

Chapter 7- The lost boys

          For two years Ryan and Johanna's beach house was the social hang out location and labeled the "Club House." If Hawaii was Never Never land, then Ryan and Johanna's beach house was the equivalent of the lost boys' tree house.

The lost boys were men who weren't really men at all. They consisted of any male surfer from the age of 18-50 that chose to remain single for life, immortalized as modern day Peter Pans complete with faux Hawaiian pidgin accents and chiseled abs. Careers in professional surfing, fishing, photography , real-estate , binge drinking, or bartending allowed them to live in a carefree extended adolescence for as long as they saw fit.

North shore girls on the other hand were amazing. Most had already traveled the world on their own at some point in their lives and took on waves as big as the men. They did yoga together, hiked for fun, and lived clean lifestyles. Careers included teaching, playing music, sales , or working in childcare. Plus they had zero interest in makeup or shopping, mostly due to the fact toned bodies and good vibes were more of a mood than any outfit could achieve. On top of all that they were cool to hang out with!

In regard to their looks: It wasn't unusual to see visiting famous young actresses and supermodels fidgeting with their beach attire out of insecurity in the presence of a barefoot, north shore beauty ordering a smoothie from a dusty food truck stand. To observe one in their daily habitat was as life affirming as sighting a humpback whale mid breach.

In Gabrielles opinion, the females she had met in Haleiwa were seriously some of the coolest people she had ever met in her life. The men, however, were some of the worst.

Men who surfed the North shore didn't even bother at trying to be decent human beings. They made no effort to hide their drug use and flaunted their side chicks as if being a fuck boy was their job. As for relationships; they didn't do dating. They either fasted from sex entirely for months or only had time to fuck. There was no in between. No dates. No relationships. The gnarlier dudes took full advantage and treated life on the islands like one long drug and alcohol induced spring break.

The men weren't all bad though. Once in a while someone would spot a young attractive , well mannered adult male surfer actually wearing a wedding ring around town. They weren't just a myth. You'd see them eating solo at the local sushi bar; eyes cast down, not even daring to look up at their attractive young waitress, let alone flirt like most guys did. Other times one would be spotted with their adorable toddler down at the beach.

In the rarest of sightings you could actually get a glimpse of the wife of one of these married guys. She'd be average. Cute, but not outrageously pretty; giving hope to all young women living in Haleiwa that they too had a chance of meeting a cute, nice guy one day. Seasoned girls knew better. The nice guys were secretly Mormon and only married Mormon girls from their local Mormon church.

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          Johana's roommate Ryan was exactly the type of person smart girls like Gabrielle and Johanna chose to avoid in their romantic lives. He drank heavily, partied Incessantly, and slept all around town. He and his surf crew were all rich, blond, and good looking, and normally socialized in wolf like packs. Most already owned large homes and land one the island by the time they were thirty and collectively partied on surf trips around the world in their free time. The called themselves "the boys".

Their parties were legendary. All events took place on a large collective mountain property they owned as a group nicknamed "The Earth". At any given "earth" party there could be up to five hundred plus people. Invitations were passed out via word of mouth with the promise of trapeze artists , giant bonfires, ice luges, and strong mushroom tea.

One Halloween it was rumored that a guest's pit bull had died after accidentally drinking some particularly potent tea. A testament to how hard they partied. It was at one such party that Gabrielle met one of Ryans best friends, Sean.

    Sean was tall and sexy with long blond hair, and a man of very few words. He was the best surfer in their exclusive little collective but in a refreshing plot twist , he refused to surf contests. He charged the biggest waves on the biggest days and basically was the biggest adrenaline junkie of the whole group. While his parents had money, Sean lived alone in a tent up on the land with his dogs and a wild baby boar.

    Everyone appreciated Sean's good manners and stoic disposition. At parties and bonfires he was known to arrive an hour early with his dogs to deliver heaps of fire wood. He'd then spend the whole party not talking to a soul and stoking the giant fire, only taking breaks to sit cross legged on the sand and stare out at the flames. Dating Sean was Gabrielle's absolute dream come true.

    The two went on long nature walks where Sean silently pointed out quail. One day he found Gabrielle a chameleon in a papaya tree and offered it to her as a gift. Sometimes they fed his wild baby boar guava in the morning. Sean was the absolute perfect guy except for one problem. He was Ryan's best friend.

    Ryan was furious about the relationship. His best friend, who never spoke by the way, had scored the one girl he himself could never, never land. Never mind Ryan had a girlfriend. According to Ryan, Gabrielle was his! Soon Ryan quickly set about a plot to destroy the new couple while playing the role of Captain Hook versus Peter Pan.

Ryan playing the role of villain was a comedy of errors. Practically every dumb plan he carried out blew up in his face. Like when Sean got into a fistfight with a guy at the beach over a snaked wave , Ryan was the first to fill Gabrielle in on the police report. Ironically, the news of Sean's incident only made Gabrielle romanticize him more as a hero. So Ryan switched to plan B and gossiped that Sean had told all the boys the juicy details of their sex life. Once again, instead of pissed off , Gabrielle was flattered.

On and on for weeks Ryan plotted and schemed to destroy the pair, but to no avail. Until one day Sean had finally done something so terrible even she wouldn't be able to make up an excuse for...

Yep 🤙🏽 this was 100 percent Gabrielle's experience.