~When you meet someone worth being with, you'll know. Generally, you heart will beat rapidly and you'll smile for no reason.~


As cliché as it sounds, living a fantasy is quite possible. For the last 16 years I have been trapped by an endless range of mountains and hills and then you see a sight like this….Clear waters with a fresh breeze. The sand sinking below your feet as the waves wash up on the shore. Seeing children make sandcastles and get dirty, then having to splash around the water to rinse off.

The only negative is that you have to share it with everyone. So I close my eyes and let the sound of waves crashing and wind whispering, take over my senses. My hair lightly brushed against the covered skin on my back and let out a slow, but deep breath before forcing my self to my feet.

With my surfboard in my right arm, I dashed into the water until it reached my waist. Along with a bunch of other people, we waited anxiously to spot even the littlest of a wave form.

As soon as the water creeps towards the shore, we start paddling along and slowly position ourselves on the board. I'm new at it so odds are is that I will fall to my possible death. My knees shook as I slowly rose and tried forming a grin as I successfully...fell.

My mom decided it would be fun to take a vacation and go to a resort. Wasn't she right. Downside is, she has to attend these time share programs and leaves me alone. I've been trying, well, attempting to surf as a start as something to keep my busy. The resort included every possible activity and every visitor has a member card so that they can leave and check in when ever they desire. Hopefully I'll be using that soon.

I ended up back on shore and decided to wax my board instead of making a fool of my self. I stood under this little hut they had on the shore along with a surf shop.

As I waxed my board, a group of teenage boys in loose swim trunks and color coordinated shades approached the hut. It didn't matter if they were cute or not, I was going to flip my hair anyways.

One of the boys with hot pink swim trunks began walking ahead of the others and ended up walking up to me, or at least I think he was….Yep, he was.

His elbows rested on the wooden counter with one hand holding a smoothie with a random toothpick in it. I glanced at the others and it was suppose to have an umbrella on the tip. He awkwardly sipped as I waxed the board in my blue wet suit.

"Can I help you?" I asked with a slightly more negative tone than I intended. At least I was smiling when I said it.

"No. But I can help you," He harshly replied. Again with the sipping of his straw. "Wouldn't you think waxing your board before surfing would have spared yourself from looking like a total dumbass?" Blondie finished his drink and placed it off to the side.

"I didn't look like a total dumbass….A lot of people fall off their boards all the time," I informed.

"Yeah, but they don't look like a giant toddler drowning in one foot of water," Another insult. Surprise. Surprise.

"I'm kind of new at this, thank you very much," I replied bluntly as I finished waxing my board.

"Oh believe me. I can tell," He barely tilted his shades so that I could see the brown of his eyes examine me up and down, then wink at me. I'll admit, I did smile. I couldn't keep it hidden. Without saying goodbye, he abandoned his smoothie and turned away, back to his posse.

Psh. Surfer dudes. Think they know everything.

I lifted my board off the counter and jogged back out into he water. I floated on my board as I waited for a decent wave to surf. I observed the others and decided to follow their lead.

Unfortunately, one of them was beach blondie and his posse. You could hear the rough chuckles escape their lips and see the over exaggerated flips of the hair, which they all needed to cut by the way.

I guess I made it obvious I was staring because beach blondie whispered something into another guys ear, who looked like a manlier and grown up version of him. They all turned my way and I decided to act oblivious, but in my peripheral vision it wasn't hard to pick out beach blondie shaking his head with a smirk.

Every one began shifting on their boards as little ripples began to form. I slightly bent my knees as I rose slowly and the wave formed underneath us. A couple of other people carved into the waves and splattered water in my direction. I felt the light drops against my wet suit then it felt as if my leg were drowning in a tank. Too many people began heading towards me and being a beginner, it kind of puts me in a dangerous position.

I swerved around until I lost control of the board and my balance. My body collapsed into the water and the last thing I could see was the shore rising above my vision as I plummeted deeper. My breath was paused as my eyes glanced around seeing water rush forward. My eyes stung the longer I kept them open and soon enough everything was blacked out.

Water had entered my lungs as I barely took in a breath. My back crashed into the sand as my heels easily got buried.

As my eyes shut I slowly replayed memories of my life back in Colorado. Everything wasn't as risky as it was here. It was much simpler and now I've realized why I've been trapped my whole life. The vision through my shut eyes was pitch black until a red color tone started rising up.

I felt tangled in someone else's presence and my body felt weak under its control. I instantly zoned out for some reason and all I could hear was the sound of waves crashing and people hollering. The loudest sound at the moment was the deep breath of a stranger. I was unable to move as if I were paralyzed and my sense of hearing was all I could depend on. It was as if people were shuffling in sand, rushing to get somewhere. Rushing towards me.

White noise took over for a few seconds before I flashed open my eyes, took in a large amount of air and saw a crowd of people jump from being startled. I felt unconscious as my vision was trying to stay sharp.

I saw multiples of people and objects but one tan face hovering above mine. He kept calling to me but it sounded like ruffled noise. He leaned in closer as he knelt on the ground beside me, trapping me in his arms while trying to bring me back to reality.

"Are you okay?" I finally picked it out from his voice. I could see the flutter of my eyelashes as the sun crept into view. The tip of his finger tilted my chin to face his vibrant tan skinned face with a worried expression. It was beach blondie.

"Can you hear what I'm saying?" I finally could. I coughed out a puddle of water as he patted the middle of my back. My senses came back into full function but that didn't mean I left his arms. I needed something to keep me stable. His chestnut pupils hypnotized my mind, causing me to fall in a trance.

"Thank you," I mumbled loud enough for him to hear. My heart beat increased out of no where. I was safe and stable, what was giving me such a rush.

His eyebrows narrowed with confusion." For what?"

"You saved me," I sounded like one of those love sick girls from a romantic comedy. By the movement of his eyes, it seemed as if he was examining me or something.

"Physically, not mentally." And just like that he released me from his grip and disappeared through a crowd of concerned people. My back crashed into the sand and my mind swam through the possibilities that his remark could have meant. Little did I know, I was about to enter a fictitious reality.


I hope you liked the beginnimg to my new Ross Lynch love story and believe me R5 plays a biiiiiiiig part in this story. Ross isnt the sweetest at the moment, but who knows...Next chapter you get her name! And you should know who beach blondie is by now. Occasional updates! Please Comment!

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