A/N: hi! so, this is my first foray (is that even the right word?) into lords of dogtown. it's extremely short, only like five hundred words long, but i've actually been working on it for the last couple of months, haha.
Beneath
He says he stays out so late in the water because he's sick of fighting people for waves, or sick of people laughing at him when he wipes out (and he always does), so she just waits for him. Sits on the sand and lets the water push up her skirt inch by inch until he notices and comes running over. Tonight it's different, though, so she's pressing her pink lips together and letting her cleavage spill out of her top as an extra bit of bait. He's the only not biting, and she thinks maybe he's lost interest. But no, he couldn't get anyone else, not someone better than her, so she loses her nerves and leans back against the sand.
He's watching Jay in awe, and his mouth forms an O shape when he attacks the wave, just beating it into submission and making it work for him. He glides across the water like it's not even there, like he's just flying through the air. Sometimes she wonders why Stacy even bothers with surfing, when he has to surf with someone like him. Even Miki Dora would look like an amateur next to Jayboy. She watches as Stacy swims out after him and they say something to each other, something she can't quite catch because they're too far away. He's always too far away, she thinks. Always.
She grins when she sees that he's wading his way towards the shore, towards her. She gives a little wave and pretends to ignore the suggestive smirk Jay sends her way. Stacy has a tight smile, stretched over his lips with a look of apprehension. She furrows her eyebrows at him. "What?"
"Listen, I…" he sounds a little out of breath, his chest bright pink from the water. "I know I promised we'd go to the cove tonight."
"Stacy. Don't tell me you're bailing out on me again." But it's hard to stay mad at him when he looks so…sweet. She decides then that that's how Stacy will make it through life; disappointing people but making them feel guilty for it. He hangs his head, an apologetic gesture.
"I know, I'm horrible and I'm the worst boyfriend in existence," he bites the inside of his mouth, speaking in his softest voice. "But, it's just, Jay really wants to ride a few more waves before it's all white wash, and I figured…I don't know, it's been rough for him these past couple months, with his dad and everything…"
"It's fine." It's not.
He looks relieved. "And we'll go another time. Soon. Tomorrow night?"
"Okay."
"You're the best, Kathy."
And he runs back towards the water and Jay's saying something to him and he's paddling towards him and she realizes why Stacy even bothers surfing.