Danny Zuko was the type of person anyone could talk to. If he wished, he would strike up a conversation with a complete stranger. To him, the he feelings of inhibition were extremely foreign.
It is obvious to him, that Sandy, herself, is reserved. Not a problem.
The two took it upon themselves to enjoy a stroll along the horizon. Many of the residents began to vacate, as the sun started to set.
Sandy asked , "Do you... Come to the beach a lot?". To her, he is here every time she is. Although they instantly hit it off as friends, she could not help but feel a tad bashful.
"Yeah" said Danny, "We don't get winter here, so I just kind of come when I feel like"
Sandy felt a little comfort knowing she was not the only person to not experience snow or winter. Her old pen pals would write her back bemused at how a place could stay warm almost year round. California is only a slight change for her, though. The Australian Summers were painfully scorching.
Sandy let out a stifled chuckle at the thought, noticed by Danny.
"What're you laughin' at over there?" he asked, wondering if what he had said had come off as odd.
"I don't know" said Sandy, "I just never really new Americans and year round summer, too".
When the American programs would air in Australia, she noticed their ambiguous and fluctuating winter weather. In her home in Melbourne, it was super rare for that to happen.
"Americans?" said Danny, noticing her use of third person, "Wait– Whaddaya mean by *Americans*?"
Sandy responded, "Oh I'm-uhh- I'm from Australia", and Danny just gushed.
"Australia! That's the word I was lookin' for!"
"What–?"
"I knew you was from somewhere!" Danny went on, "I noticed your li'l accent"
Sandy's apple cheeks blushed pink. She tried her best to blend in with an American accent, not that she cared about standing out.
He had picked up on her accent earlier, though; He just did not know what kind it was.
Sandy sighed, "Guess I wasn't too good at hiding it, huh?"
"What!? No! What'cha gonna go and hide it for?" Danny thought she was absolutely adorable.
"No I mean," Sandy did not want him to get the idea that she was embarrassed (She only is because he pointed it out), "Just practicing"
Being the goof he is, Danny got an idea.
"You know, I can do Aussie, too"
"Oh, yeah?"
And Danny, in his worst-best Australian accent, "Yeh!"
Sandy burst out laughing. Danny continued, "Oy! M'name's Denny Zew-ko! Oye live een Caley-foanya end—" He couldn't finish; he started laughing hard, too.
Hands on his knees, Danny said "How 'bout you let me hear that American, huh?"
"I already told you" Sandy giggled, "I'm not good at American"
"C'maahhn! Just once? I did your li'l stupid accent"
Now, Danny did not mean any harm at all by 'stupid'. He was just talking faster than his brain can think. Realizing his own words, he started to apologize profusely.
"Stupid?" said Sandy, eyes widened and voice noticeably losing its cheer.
Danny started, "Okay, that didn't come out the way I meant it. I call ev'rything stupid; –it- it's just the word I use I–"
Sandy cut him off, "Just stop, alright? I swear, you guys think you can say anything to a girl just because you're cute". Cute?
Danny's sorry face slowly turned into a squinty-eyed, flashy grin.
"Oh so, now I'm cute?" "What?"
He chuckles a bit, "You was just about to chew me out, but now ya think I'm cute"
Sandy faced downward, concealing her also growing beam, "Oh shut up, Danny"
The two arranged to see each other again the following week. The beach was the usual 'meet-up spot' for them. This time, Sandy brought her own umbrella, blanket, and picnic basket.
It was one in the afternoon, and there were very few people at the beach. They still decided to move to the more isolated part. Sandy was sunbathing on her fiery orange and red blanket, being lulled to sleep by the warm rays of the sun. Meanwhile, Danny was in the middle of building a sandcastle. The self-proclaimed 'pro' was trying to replicate a medieval castle, with a courtyard and moat, and everything. In his own words, "It's just really big, alright?"
The castle came out wonky and huge. When Danny felt it reached completion, he went to tell Sandy.
Danny gently shook her shoulder, "Sandy", he shook her again, "Sandy come look at this".
Sandy awoke, dazed and blinded slightly. Danny helped her stand up, and he eagerly lead her to his 'masterpiece'.
"Oh look, It has a moat! And little flags! That's so cute." she exclaimed. "Let me take a picture"
Sandy ran and grabbed her boxy camera. Danny was so pressed to be in the picture.
"It's my best work!" "Oh, I'm sure it is"
Danny walked with his lemon yellow shirt in front of the castle. He started to back up, farther and farther until he fell on his butt; right on the castle. Sandy couldn't help but laugh at him.
"Sandy it's not funny", Danny said, "I worked so hard"
Danny stood up and turned around, displaying all of the sand on the back his rolled up jeans.
"Look who's 'sandy' now", she saw the chance and she took it.
"You know what–" Danny grabbed a handful of sand and chucked at her.
Sandy put her camera down, and retaliated by chasing him with her blanket. Danny, only grabbing more handfuls of sand.
"AWE! You broke the little American flag", Sandy picked it up and waved it around, fake pouting.
Danny placed it in his own hand and examined it. "Sandy?" "What's up?"
"How long you stayin'?"
"Here? Like, in the States?" "Yeah"
Sandy sighed, "I mean, my family only decided to stay for a month"
"Thats like...?"
"Four weeks"
"Okay, okay", Danny's mood dropped slightly, "When'd you get here?"
"About two and a half weeks ago" she answered.
On the inside, Danny pouted. Thats only about another week and a half left, he thought.
Danny grabbed Sandy's shoulders, and then cupped her face.
"Sandy", he said, "I'm gonna show you California"
Sandy touched his hand and smiled.
He went again, "This is gonna be the best week and a half of your life, I promise you"
