Lindsey was at Playa des Losers, on another Tyler-hunt. Most people would be able to find him in a second, just look for sports equipment and he's there. But for Lindsey however, it seemed to be unnecessarily difficult. Soon she came across the boys playing soccer.
"Are you Tyler?" she asked the goalie. He looked at her.
Baby blue met chocolate brown. And then a smile came across his face. Wrapping his strong arms around Lindsey's dainty figure, his lips pressed against hers.
Fireworks, volcanoes, avalanches, only they could compare to what she felt. Her arms locked behind his neck, she felt her back slam into the goalpost. This was too much, get away Lindsey, get away.
She never listens to her brain, does she?
"Tyler…" She sighed softly. She felt a triumphant grin against her lips.
She remembered his name.
"Dude! Get back! What kinda goalie are you?" Duncan shouted, after wolf whistling I might say.
And after that, Lindsey never forgot Tyler's name, well, not after they kissed.