The sun was beating down hot on my body as I sat there on my towel, tanning. My best friend, Envy sat next to me, yapping to me about her boyfriend. I never liked to wallow in my loneliness, but I had a boyfriend, but he left me to work at a really huge business in Maine, he said he'd wait for me, but I wasn't gonna wait TOO long for him. Ever since he left, I tried my hardest to say away from boys to stay a little faithful to my ex, but that all changed the second I met HIM…

He hit me like a brick, I was just sitting there, talking to Envy about her and her boyfriend, That's when he approached me. He was about 5'9" and nice looking. He had brown hair that simply amazing. His almond shaped eyes were a deep chocolate brown. His smile made me weak in the knees, and I fell head over heels for him right at that moment.

"Hey there." The nice looking boy said. I bit my lip and stared at him for a moment, trying to find the words to say.

"Hey." I said shyly. He sat next to me on the sand and ran his hand through his hair, staring at me in my bikini, bit his lip at the sight of it.

"I'm Logan." He said, extending his hand as if he wanted me to shake it. I smiled and shook his hand.

"I'm Nina." I responded with a smile. He looked at me up and down, checking my body out.

"Nice to meet you." He said, smiling at me.

"Oh great…" I thought. "Another asshole who only likes me because of my body."

"I saw you sitting over here and I thought you looked cool so I decided to come and talk to you to see if it was true." He said nervously babbling.

I smiled, knowing he probably only came over here because he thought my body was 'banging' as most guys have told me in the past.

"So… what's your favorite band?" He asked me, smiling.

"Well, right now it's Paramore." I said, really thinking hard.

"I love them, too!" He responded, excitedly. I didn't think he actually liked them, because honestly, I didn't think he actually knew who they were.

"My favorite song is Looking Up." He responded.

"Oh. My. Gosh. Was he stalking me or something? Is he a creeper in disguise? How is that his favorite song? It's my favorite song? He's creepin' on me!" I thought to myself.

"Oh, that's my favorite, too!" I responded. "Are you, by chance, stalking me?" I asked politely.

"No." He said, a little weirded out that I had asked that. He smiled anyway, looking at my body again. "What's your favorite T.V. show?" He asked me.

"Glee." I responded. "Heh, he probably doesn't watch Glee." I thought to myself.

"I love Glee!" He said, still smiling at me.

"Oh. MY. GOD. How does one guy like the same television show AND the same band as I do? Is he only trying to get into my pants?" I thought again. "Really?" I asked, hopeful he wasn't trying to get me into his bed.

"Yeah. I'm probably the only guy I know who likes to sing and dance and watch it on T.V." He said, being completely honest with me.

"What's your favorite movie?" I asked.

"The Hangover, no question!" He responded.

"Mine too!" I said, excitedly. "Maybe he is being honest with me after all…"

"Would you ever try to get into a girl's pants on the first few dates?" I asked, wondering.

"Never. I'm not that kind of guy. Maybe on the seventh or eighth date if she wanted me to, but never on the first six. If there ever are dates that get that far. " He responded.

"I'm like that, too. But apparently, my last boyfriend thought it was acceptable to fuck me on the second date. We were only like sixteen! I was being forced to do something I didn't want to do. Luckily he moved to Maine." I said, giving him a long backstory on how my last relationship didn't work out.

"That guy is a douchebag for treating such a pretty girl like she's something to play around with." He said.

I bit my lip and looked at him. "You know what, maybe you aren't that bad." I said.

"If I'm not that bad, does that mean we can hang out tonight. Seven o'clock?" He asked.

"Sure." I said, smiling.

"Meet me here, in this very spot." He said.

"Okay then." I responded, smiling.

"See you then." He said. He got up and left.

I squealed once he left turning my head towards Envy.

"What are you so happy about?" She asked.

"I got a date." I responded happily. I squealed again even louder.

"OH. MY. GOD. I'M SO FRIGGEN HAPPY FOR YOU! With who!" She asked smiling.

"With some guy named Logan. We're gonna have a beach date!" I said, smiling.

"We have to get you lookin' HOT for this boy!" She said. We both got up and got our stuff and rushed back to my house to get me ready for my important date with Logan tonight.