Days at the Beach

First in the TDI Couple Series

Chapter 1: Hang Ten Bra!

Days at the beach, to surf and to swim!

Where Geoff can help Bridgette-

I mean, where she can help him.

Geoff thought that Bridgette had to be one of the most beautiful things on the beach. While she surfed, he sat by his best friend Duncan, staring at her, looking at the way she smiled, the way her hair blew in the beach air. He was literally intoxicated in her- and in a good way. Not in the way that always made him throw up at parties. That was awesome too, because he could stare at his favorite Dudette, not get a hangover, and like her as much as he wanted and not feel even tipsy in the slightest. Well, at least not all that loopy.

It was no secret that Geoff was crazy over Bridgette- everyone knew. They looked great together, but they had both yet to embrace that the other liked them too. For saps, Geoff and Bridgette's relationship would be the perfect romance novel, and for others, they may find it a bit vomit inducing.

Most people found it to be romantic.

Duncan did not.

He found Geoff staring at Bridgette to be your typical party animal trying to get a typical beach chick. We all know how it ends- making out, locking lips- whatever you liked to call it, some pair would be sharing some spit soon.

"I wish I could surf with her." The blonde blurted out, looking towards the green mohawked criminal sitting beside him. Geoff though quickly (which was rather hard for him) to say something manlier before Duncan got a word in. Geoff had to watch what he said in front of him, because you could either get some advice or a very crude remark in response. You couldn't get too mushy, or the jail bird was never gonna take you seriously.

Geoff tipped his hat a bit, puffing up his chest. "You know, because babe's love surfer dudes." Wow. Disappointed that he couldn't come up with a manlier comment than that, he slumped back down, letting his hat fall over his eyes.

Duncan didn't seem to care though. He shrugged. Geoff watched from under the rim of his cowboy hat as Duncan- who was quite bored with the whole conversation- drew a skull in the sand with his pinky finger. "Ask her to teach you then." He yawned, as if he weren't on a beach in the middle of the day, with the hot sun beating down on him. "Chicks dig guys in need."

Geoff narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Wait, wait, wait- girls like wimps?"

Duncan snorted. "No, dumbass, they like hot guys who don't act like they know everything." He pulled at one of his piercings, blankly staring at his rather literally and figuratively blonde friend.

"I still don't get it."

Duncan fumed. "It's logic!" He pulled Geoff close to him. "Guys always like a damsel in distress, right? So why not the other way around? Chicks dig a dude in distress." His voice was low down to a whisper, as if anyone hearing would throw him in jail (typical Duncan). "All you have to do is tell Malibu over here that you need some help with surfing, that it's always been your dream to surf. Suck up. Kiss up. Don't throw up. Then she's like putty in your hands." He smirked devilishly.

Geoff wasn't too sure if he liked the way that sounded. "Putty?"

"In the palm of your hands." Duncan leaned back, picking something out of his teeth.

"But dude," said Geoff, frowning, "I don't wanna learn to surf." He sucked in a deep breath. He looked out towards the waves, crashing against the now the not-so-very-soft-looking sand. "I mean, not that it doesn't look cool, but… it seems deadly bra." He also wasn't sure he wanted to lie to Bridgette. Geoff wasn't good at lying. It made him all uncomfortable.

Geoff also had to realize that Duncan liked Courtney. So Duncan's pick up lines and hook-ups were all Courtney related. Not Bridgette. Courtney was more- how do you say… not as sweet and caring as most people? Definitely not as sweet as Bridgette. She did have her nice moments, but they were rare. Duncan's advice might not be the best for him. Geoff almost said something about this to the green haired teen, but stopped himself short. Duncan could take it to be not just offensive to him, but to Courtney. And saying something about her put you in a wrong spot with Duncan.

Duncan shrugged, his eyes sarcastic. "The things you'll do for love." He blinked his eyes sleepily, then jumped up quickly, his eyes wide. "Holy shit!"

Geoff stared at him in confusion. "What's wrong man?"

After a few seconds, Duncan seemed to recollect his thinking. "I-uh-she-hot-um." He ran his fingers through his Mohawk. "Gotta go!" He stated, running off, sand trailing behind him.

Geoff sighed.

Out of everybody, his love life had to be the hardest. Everything that came out of his mouth around her was so screwed up. Even giving her simple compliments or asking easy questions was complicated. He always said the wrong thing, unlike super-smooth Trent and overly-confident Duncan. They never had trouble talking to chicks. How could it be so easy for them and so tough for party-hardy Geoff?

"Hey Geoff, what's up?"

Geoff jumped, turning to look at the blonde beauty before him. He couldn't help but get lost in her deep green eyes. He smiled, just because she was in a 5 foot radius of him. And because of that amazing bikini.

As Geoff sat there and practically drooled over her, Bridgette watched him in confusion. Maybe I should have worn my usual swim gear. Bridgette usually wore her suit that was good for surfing and catching waves. She wasn't used to having boys ogle over her. But Gwen had nearly forced her to buy it.

Come on Bridgette! It looks great on you!

Courtney- who usually disagreed with Gwen- hadn't been much help either.

Geoff's gonna love this.

It made her cheek's go pink when she thought about that.

It wasn't as if she didn't like attention from Geoff. It was just that everyone knew that she liked him- which was upsetting. Was she really that obvious? Did Geoff find her desperate? She wasn't one for nothing all too much about relationships, but she knew enough to know that desperation wasn't all that attractive.

Sometimes she wondered what he was thinking. She just couldn't believe that he was as dumb as people thought he was. She knew that Geoff did have complex thoughts. It was just that he never said them aloud, and she just found that to be very attractive. She hated boys who bragged about crap that nobody cared about. He didn't have to play the guitar, or be a bad boy who's gone to juvie, or have any other amazing talents or qualities. He was just… Geoff.

She wished that he was thinking the same thing she always thought when she saw him- 'I sort of kinda- alright I really, really like you.' Shooing that thought away, she wondered if she was going to be able to get a response out of him. Judging by his blank expression and bland stare, he wasn't speaking anytime soon.

"Hey Geoff." She spoke again. "What's up?"

He looked at her again, this time with the realization that she had been speaking to him. "Oh, not much Bridge." He messed with his hat again, trying to think about what Duncan had said before.

All you have to do is tell Malibu over here that you need some help with surfing, that it's always been your dream to surf. Suck up. Then she's like putty in your hands.

"Ever heard of putty?" Geoff then realized what he had just said.

"Putty?" Bridgette said, raising an eyebrow, sounding exactly like Geoff had earlier. "I mean yeah, I've played with it before, when I was little." She looked confused.

Geoff scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, um, me too." Now say what you need to say. He sat up straight, and bit his lip. "I was just wondering if you would, uh, teach me to surf or something."

He saw a look of surprise flash across her features.

He panicked.

Could she really tell that he was lying? Was he really that obvious?

Shrugging, he felt his hands begin to feel clammy. "As long as you're not doing anything. If you're busy, then I would like totally understand." He looked to her, afraid of what she may think. No, I'm not gonna teach you! I like smart guys, not stupid fool's who ask questions about putty!

"Geoff, that's awesome!" Geoff's ears perked up, he eyes on hers. "I'd love to teach you. You could be my surfing partner, if you want." She smiled happily.

Geoff felt his heart flutter. He couldn't believe it. Duncan's advice had actually worked!

Bridgette headed out to the water, and Geoff called after her. "Where you going Bridge?"

She turned and rolled her light green eyes at him. "You wanna learn to surf right? Well, the only way that's gonna happen is in the water!" Her feet danced across the clear water, and then she stopped.

"You wouldn't happen to have a surf board on you, would you?" The blonde girl asked.

Geoff wiped a bead of sweat off his head. "Nope!" He tried not to sound too happy about it. Now he wouldn't have to surf. And he and Bridgette could talk for a bit, and then they would make out on the beach for the next four hours.

She smiled. "I guess you can just use mine!" She walked past his and towards the edge of the beach. "Let me get it out of my car."

Geoff almost stopped her and told her the truth- he didn't wanna surf. But then she kissed him on the cheek lightly, running to her car with a blush on her face.

Geoff sighed. This was gonna be a long day.