A/N - I decided to try something a little different. I'll say now that I don't like Isabelle that much. I'm a JayErika fan. This chapter has a lot of flashbacks in it. It's a lot of history before the show. I don't know if I got the ages right but I'm sure that I'm pretty close cuz in "Big Waves" they said that in the summer of '97 Jay was 19 and Erika was 13 so I based it off of that. Well that's enough of this. On with the story! Hope you like it! R&R!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SUMMERLAND OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN THE ONES I MADE UP!
Chapter 1-
Erika was sitting on the beach when Jay walked up and sat down next to her. "Hey" he said quietly.
"Oh, hi." she hadn't been aware of his presence.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
"Nothing really."
"Come on Erika, I know you better than that. You always come to this spot on the beach when something's bothering you."
"You do know me well, don't you?" she replied sarcastically.
"So what is it?"
"Jay... 10 years."
"What?"
"10 years ago today."
"Oh Erika, I'm sorry..." he realized that she was referring to her father's surfing accident.
"No, it's okay... it was a long time ago... It's just whenever I'm on the beach I feel like he's right next to me."
"Come here." he grabbed her and wrapped her up in a big bear hug. She smiled.
"Now there's the Erika I know." he smiled back at her.
Further down on the beach, someone was watching their encounter. Isabelle glared at Erika. She knew that Erika and Jay had had a long history together although she didn't know many of the details, but she was afriad that maybe Erika still had feelings for Jay. She just hoped she didn't because Isabelle knew that between her and Erika, Jay would choose Erika.
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/ June, 1992 \\\ Austrailia /
"Jay! Are you ready to go!" Mark Robertson called upstairs to his son.
"Just a second dad!" About a minute later Jay appeared on the staircase lugging quite a few bags.
"Okay! Let's go!"
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"Bye big brother." Jay's sister gave him a hug as he was about to board the plane. His whole family had tears in their eyes.
"Look at my baby... moving to the states to become a great surfer."
"Mom!"
"I'm proud of you son. I hear that John Spalding is a great teacher." He gave his son a hug.
"He's one of the best!" Jay exclaimed. He heard his flight announced. "Well... I guess this is it..." he gave his family another round of hugs and then headed towards the gate. He handed the man his boarding pass and turned to take one final look at his family. He smiled and waved and then turned to head into the plane.
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/ Playa Linda, California, USA \\\
Jay reached the airport at about 3:00 PM. When he got outside the plane, nothing looked familiar. He would be starting a whole new life. Next, he had to find the man that he would be living with for the next few years of his life. He saw a man holding a sign that said 'Jay Robertson' and Jay headed towards him. "Hi, I'm Jay," he quickly introduced himself.
"Mr. Livingston, I'll be giving you a ride to the Spalding residence." the man quickly grabbed 3 of Jay's bags, and started walking towards the car.
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When they got to the house Jay looked around. It was a fairly large house. He thought that maybe pro surfing could make money, because this family sure looked like they had some. The house was on the beach, and it had a beautiful view. Jay knew he was going to love living there. Mr. Livingston pulled out his keys and opened the door.
The inside of the house was even nicer than the outside. The decor was very tasteful, with paintings and plants lining most of the walls. Jay wondered how much the house must have cost. "So this is Jay Robertson!" a man looking a little over 30 appeared at the top of the staircase. He bagan to walk down. He was about 5' 11" tall and he had dark dark hair.
"Mr. Spalding?" Jay was excited
"That's me. So how was your flight?"
"Long, but it was good."
"I can imagine-" Mr. Spalding was cutoff by the entrance of another person. A small girl with dark hair came running through the door in her wetsuit.
"Dad! The waves were awesome today!-" She spotted Jay, "Who's he?"
"Erika honey, this is Jay Robertson, tho one I was telling you about. Jay, this is my daughter Erika."
"Hi," he smiled at her, "how old are you?"
"Eight." she replied smiling back.
"Oh. I'm 14."
"Cool. I want to be 14." Jay looked at the pained look on Mr. Spalding's face probaably from the thought of having a teenager. He laughed.
"It'll come."
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/August 1995\\\Playa Linda/
"Hey there hotstuff!" Jay ran up to an 11-year old Erika. "Has he gone yet?"
"No he's up next" They were talking about Erika's dad, for he was about to surf in a competition.
"NEXT UP IS JOHN 'HOTSTUFF' SPALDING" the man announced. He ran out to surf. After waiting for some waves he finally found the o ne he wanted. "He's up! Woah! Awesome move out there!" the man said again.
"Go daddy!" Erika called. Jay yelled. All of a sudden they saw Mr. Spalding fall off his board. "Awww!" Erika didn't know what really happened. She just thought he fell. When he didn't come up the crowd grew uneasy. "Daddy!" Erika ran out to the water. The rescue squad raced out to where he went under. One of the men dove in and after searching for a minute, finally pulled him up and the brought him to the shore.
He was unconscious and they placed him in the sand. He was still breathing, but his head was bleeding rapidly. Erika kneeled down beside her father. "Daddy wake up!" she yelled. "Daddy!" She began to cry uncontrollably. Jay came up beside her and just stared at his teacher.
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/September 1997\\\Playa Linda/
Erika, now 13, once again was standing on the beach watching as one of her favorite surfers ran out to catch a wave. "HERE'S JAY ROBERTSON! He's a young surfer, age 19, and he's already known worldwide as Reefbreaker. Let's see what he's got in store for us today." the man on themicrophone yelled. Erika just kept screaming as he got up on his board and caught a wave. He was about to do a 360 when his board flipped.
"JAY!" Erika yelled. The rescue men pulled him out of the water and brought him up to the sand. He wasn't awake when Erika ran up to him. She was crying. Erika was afraid that her nightmare was coming true. She couldn't go through the pain again. "Please no," she kept saying. The ambulance came and they took Jay to the hospital. They let Erika join him.
After a few hours of waiting in the hospital, news came that Jay had woken up. He wanted to see Erika. She went into his room, nervous of what he looked like. His leg was in a cast, but that was pretty much it. "Jay, you scared me back there." she said quietly.
"I know... I'm sorry." he didn't look at her.
"It's okay. I'm just glad you're alright." she gave a small smile. He looked over at her.
"You know what I was thinking about when I was unconscious?"
"What?"
"You." she looked confused. "I didn't want to hurt you... I wanted to see you again... I care about you Erika." he said sweetly. She got up and walked over to him.
"I care about you too." she smiled again. She couldn't resist anymore, so she leaned in and kissed him. He didn't pull away like she had expected him to. He returned the act of affection. She pulled away and crawled in next to him on the hospital bed. She rested her head on his shoulder and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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/May 2003\\\
Erika walked into the surfshop to visit her boyfriend, Jay. She was 19 now so it was legal for her and Jay, who was 24, to act like couple in public. They were always seen cuddling and kissing. They seemed like the perfect couple. "Hey babe." he called to her.
"Hey. You busy?"
"Yeah kind of." he said as he gestured to the board he was shaping. She pouted. Then she walked up behind him and put her arms around his waist. "Sorry, but I gotta work."
"Fine." she was about to turn to leave when he stopped working on his board. He turned to face her.
"How about this... you meet me at Spanish Cove tonight at 8:00 sharp. hmm...?" he said with a smirk.
"Mmm... I like that idea. Fine, I'll be there." She ran up to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and ran out the door as he returned to the board.
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It was 8:30 and Erika was still in the caves waiting for Jay. She had been there at 8 like he had told her to be. Actually she got there at 7:50. She knew Jay had a thing for being late, but he was never this late. She decided to wait 15 more minutes and if he didn't come she would just leave. When he still hadn't come, she wondered where he was. It wasn't like him to just leave her like this. She became afraid that something had happened to him, but the odds of that were unlikely. Dissappointedly she finally decided to head out to the promenade to see if he was in the shop.
When she got there she saw that it was locked up and the sign read 'Closed'. She gave up looking for him and decided to head across the way for a smoothie. Once she got it she began to walk down the promenade. She saw her friend Krystal making out with some guy. Erika didn't think she had a boyfriend. She figured that it was just a fling. When she got closer her heart stopped. "JAY?"
"Huh?" he looked away from Krystal. "Erika?" she had tears running down her face.
"What are you doing? How could you do this to me?" she screamed.
"Erika I'm sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen!" he said.
"Don't appologize!" she screamed again, "I trusted you..." she said just loudly enough for him to hear. He ran up to her and grabbed her arm.
"Erika, listen I-"
"Jay don't touch me!" she shook him off and began to walk away. He ran up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. She turned toward him. He looked at her with pleading eyes. "Stay away from me." she said coldly. She quickly turned and stormed off.
A/N- Did u like it? next chapters will be present time. Reviews are greatly apprecciated!
