Disclamer: I do not own Summerland or any of the character that were created for Summerland. I do, however, own the character "Britney" which I made up for this story.


A Summerland FanFiction

Part 1

Bradin Westerly walked toward the beach in Playa Linda. It was an excellent day for surfing and he intended to take advantage of it. Although he loved living here, he couldn't help but remember the events that put him here a year ago. Him, his sister Nikki, and his brother Dereck lost their parents in a terrible accident. They were now living with their Aunt Ava. While Bradin stared out at the ocean, he heard a familar voice calling him.

"Bradin! Bradin, wait up!"

When Bradin turned around he saw none other than Erica. The person he had been trying to avoid since she had turned him down about a week ago. She said there was no way they could be together. This broke his heart.

"What are you doing here?" Bradin asked. You could tell that he really didn't want to talk to her.

Erica sensed this in his voice. She figured she'd do what she came here to do anyway. "I just wanted to apoligize. For the way things ended."

Although he had been waiting to hear those words, he acted as if he didn't care.

"Whatever," Bradin said. Acting as if he could care less.

Erica was stunned by his reply. "Okay. I guess I deserve that."

Bradin acted like he didn't care that his response hurt her. He figured the only way to get over her was to act like he didn't care about her.

"Can I go surf now?" Bradin questioned with annoyance in his voice.

Erica was speechless. She couldn't believe that he didn't want to talk about what had happend.

"Well?" Bradin was now getting really impatient.

Erica wasn't sure how to reply to this. "Sure. Um, I'll be at Jay's shop if you want to talk." is all she managed to mumble out.

With that, Bradin turned and started walking toward the water. He couldn't figure out why she wanted to talk now. The damage was done. There was no reason to talk about it. When he was just about to start swimming out toward the waves, he heard her voice again.

"You know what Bradin," Erica yelled out to him, "we are gonna talk about this. Get back over here!"

Once Bradin finally got to where she was standing, he asked her what he had been wanting to since the incident a week ago.

"What's there to talk about? I need to be surfing. I am going to Hawaii in 2 weeks to surf with a pro team." He had to come up with an excuse to get away from her.

Erica was clearly hurt. "Is that the way you really feel? You don't want to talk about anything?"

"You don't want to be with me. I accepted that." After a brief pause he added, "Whats there to talk about. I'm over it."

"You don't mean that. I know you don't!" Erica couldn't control the anger that was now coming over her.

"And how do you know?" retorted Bradin.

"I know you. You wouldn't give up this easily."

Bradin had had it with this conversation. "Well, maybe you should have gotten to know me a little better."

Bradin then went back to the water and started toward the waves, again. He ignored her yelling for him to come back and talk. He was over her now. He had to be.

--End Of Part 1--