Disclaimer: I don't own The O.C..
Author's Note: This was originally a sample role-play post. I was bored and just decided that it could be an interesting fanfic, so here we are. :)
Julie stared out at the ocean from the kitchen window. Her green eyes not blinking, she watched the waves crash against the rocks, the water blue yet clear as always. She wondering what it would be like to walk on the beach, to feel the cool sand beneath her carefully painted toes. The brunette had only ever been to a beach once and that had been ages ago, when she was eighteen. Recalling the memory, Julie continued to glance out at the water as the recollection played in her mind.
Jimmy had taken her as a surprise for their first date. They had laughed and swam for a while, then sat on the large rocks that looked as if they had grown from the depths of the ocean. Julie remembered standing on one of the rocks, her blue bikini almost dry from the heat of the sun, when she slipped and fell into the water. She could swim surprisingly well, but she was too exhausted from their day to swim back up the surface. She expected that she would simply float back up and then have a good laugh about it. Much to the teen's surprise, that didn't happen.
As she descended into water, panic set in. The water was no longer blue; it was black. Julie realized that she was in much deeper than she had earlier anticipated. Raising her thin but muscular arms above her head, Julie tried to begin swimming upward. It was no use. She was far too tired and wasn't going to go anywhere. Her chest began to ache horribly and another terrifying confirmation came; the breath she had been holding was gone and there was no more air to fill her lungs. "Jimmy?" Julie remember thinking fearfully. "Where are you?" As if that were his cue, Jimmy had reached Julie at last. He locked his arms around her waist and quickly swam to the surface. Julie gulped in air, her lungs accepting it as fast as she could inhale it. After that day, Julie had never been to the beach.
With a sigh, she shook her head to break free from the memory. A frown appeared on her lightly tanned face as she took in her surroundings. The marble-tiled kitchen floor, stainless steel sink with a matching refrigerator. She'd gone from a poor girl living in a hellhole to a rich woman living in a multi-million dollar house. And all the while, she still had her childish fears.
"I'm going out for a while!" She called to anyone who was listening. After grabbing her keys and shoes, Julie exited the house.
The drive to the beach was a short one and Julie was glad that the beach had hardly any patrons on it. She slipped her Prada heels off, threw them into her car and began walking toward the ocean. Just as she had expected, the sand still felt exactly the same as it had seventeen years ago. Cool and massaging on the soles of her feet. Julie smiled to herself before she could stop it. She strode slowly along the shore, observing everything around her. A wave hit a distant rock and made a loud thudding noise, which caused her to jump. Another rolled up and drenched her feet and ankles. Julie looked down as the water surrounding her disappeared. She took a few more steps and smiled again as she spotted someone approaching her.
"Hello, James."