"Life is like surfing a good wave. We have those moments where you feel as though you are on the top of the world and those where your life comes crashing down all around you."
Ainsley Matthews, ex-pro surfer, has been though a lot in the past. From...
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C H A P T E R T E N friends
dude: a surfer who is often a friend.
Dawson and I stayed on the beach for quite some time until the wind started to pick up and the sun was beginning to set.
He kept his arm draped atop of my shoulders as we walked back to his truck, a stark contrast to how we first arrived here just hours ago.
As we arrived back at the truck he opened up the door for me, his hand moving down to my lower back as I use the running board to get inside.
I couldn't help the fluttering in my chest as wherever he touched left my skin scorched, heat radiating from his hands through my body.
He hoped into the drivers seat beside me and placed the keys into the ignition before turning to face me. His eyes met mine as he sat there taking in my appearance.
"I look like a mess don't I?" I question. I probably had mascara staining my cheeks and my eyes all red and puffy from the amount of crying i've just done.
"The opposite actually." he replies as my cheeks flame red, as I shift my glance down to my lap to avoid his looks.
His laughter fills the air as the engine roars to life before we start making our way back down the gravel road.
The drive back to the parking lot of the Surf Shack seemed a lot faster than when we made the drive earlier. It probably was due to the fact that there was no awkward silence, instead the truck was filled with random chatter about anything and everything.
As he pulled into the parking lot the only vehicle that remained between the lines was my Jeep. He stopped his truck beside it as I undid my seatbelt.
"So tomorrow, I was thinking i'll come pick you up at around ten if that works for you?" he says as I open the door and make my way out of the truck.
"Ten sounds good to me." I reply as I brush a strand of hair out of my face that was blown by the wind. "Thank you for everything today Daws, it means more to me than you know."
With a smile I close the door and make my way into my Jeep. Dawson backs out and gives me a wave before driving off down the streets.
I turn my vehicle on and grab my phone from my purse before dialling Miranda.
"You have a lot of explaining to do!" she says answering the phone after the first ring. "Where have you been? I haven't seen, or really heard from you since the party."
"I'll explain everything, i'm coming to pick you up now. Be ready in ten" I reply before hanging up the phone as soon as I heard her start rambling on the other end of the line.
Miranda's house wasn't very far away, only a couple of blocks so it didn't take long to get there at all.
Instead of driving around the town, she led me inside and up into her room where I was now sprawled out on top of her bed spilling the events of the last little while.
