Hey guys. This is my second FanFic based on Mark Calaway, aka The Undertaker (sorry, but most likely ALL my writing has to do with him, he is one hot piece of man!). My first story, "Changes", is finally complete. So I figured I'd post a bit of my new project. It is still in the works, and I have a lot planned for this one-- I'm excited about it. I had to do quite a bit of research while writing this one as well, since I don't know too much about surfing- so bare with me on that aspect. It is a work in progress! Hope you enjoy, feedback is appreciated so please R&R. :)
Chapter One.
Paige awoke at six o'clock on the dot, as she did every morning, to call the pipe hot line in Huntington Beach, Surf City California. She stretched her arms over her head and let out a yawn, running her fingers through her short blonde hair. Her hair use to be just below the small of her back, but she was tired of it getting so knotted after a long day of surfing. So one day, she went to her friend's salon and decided to chop it off. She went with the Victoria Beckham haircut without realizing how much work it took to keep up with the bob. But hey, at least it was knot free- and she liked the style. Her hair was naturally an ash blonde, but the sun lightened it up quite a bit. She always had a tan from spending her days out on the ocean, it didn't matter how much sun block she attempted to use. And with her ice blue eyes to match, Paige was your typical surfer girl. She didn't just look the part, however. Surfing was her life, and her only passion. It's been a daily struggle to keep up with her bills. She didn't have a job, and was trying desperately to find a sponsor and become a professional surfer. She was entering as many local competitions as she could, making chump change off of a few of them to get her by. Luckily her best friend and roommate, Megan, helped her with her bills. As much as Megan disagreed with Paige's sporadic decisions, she supported her best friend and would do what it took to help her dreams come true.
Paige and her mother never got along well while living together. They were simply too much alike, in too many aspects. They fought constantly, and one day Paige came home to find all her belongings scattered on the front lawn. Paige didn't talk to her mother for a good six months after that, but she was use to it. Neither one of them ever apologized first, one of their many similarities- being stubborn. When Paige would fight with her mother, it was likely that they wouldn't talk for a couple months. Then, gradually, they'd start small talk and everything was back to normal. Paige wasn't that easy on every day people. If she didn't know you, she didn't want to know you. She had her small circle of friends and family, and to her- she didn't need more. Why waste time letting someone into your life, if you risk also allowing them to make your heart suffer? That was her philosophy. Maybe it wasn't the best one, but it worked for her. After her mother kicked her out, she moved into Megan's apartment, and the rest was history.
Paige grinned as she looked out her flimsy apartment window and out onto the ocean; it was going to be another hot one. She hung up the phone after calling the pipe line, and began making a pot of coffee. She walked to Megan's room, already in her bathing suit, and banged on her door, "Come on sweetie, get up! There is an awesome swell coming in from the coast line and I need you out there with me!" Megan loved to surf as well, even though she had no ambitions of becoming a professional. It was just a hobby for Megan, but Paige couldn't imagine doing anything else. Megan groaned under her pillow case, "I'm up, I'm up!" she shouted back as she rolled out of bed. "I made you coffee," Paige said with a smirk as Megan slowly made her way to the small breakfast bar in their kitchen. The apartment wasn't much, but it was home to them. It was your typical two bedroom, one bathroom complex, walls decorated with surf memorabilia. The biggest perk to the girls was it was close to the beach, within walking distance and that's all that mattered to Paige. "Ah, you're brewing the coffee that I bought, with my coffee machine I see?" Megan joked. Paige smirked, "Wasn't that the deal? You buy it-- I can cook it, use it, drink it? Do whatever I want with it?" Paige winked at her friend as she took a large gulp of her black coffee to help awaken her senses.
Megan grinned as Paige handed her a cup, "Someone is ready to go this morning", she said as she took a sip of the hot liquid. Paige smiled, "I've been busting my ass out there. Big competitions coming up this month, I need to be ready." Paige turned to look out the kitchen window, "Want to hit a quick workout with me, then we can get out there?" Megan nodded, "Yeah, yeah, let me get my suit on." With that, the girls grabbed their surf boards and made their way on to the beach. Paige always enjoyed working out before she got in the water to keep herself in shape. It took almost every muscle in her body to paddle a surfboard through the intense waves, let alone to stand up on one and balance through them without falling.
The sun had barley risen, and the girls were doing their mile jog on the sand. They also did a few push-ups and some crunches as well. Doing their workout on the sand helped build resistance, and Paige never wasted money in a gym a day in her life. Why bother? This was her perfect gym. The girls put on their wet suits after working out, and headed into the waves. It was breezy this morning, which usually meant good tides. Paige stood there for a moment and took it all in. The sound of the waves hitting her feet, and the scenery in front of her. This was what it was all about.