PREVIOUSLY...

"Ok! So. Friends." I smiled back and confirmed. I put out my hand for a hand shake. I wanted so much to hug his completely bare upper body, but I knew I had to start of slow and work my way through…

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And there we were, sitting there, on top of our boards, still. I couldn't possibly imagine how there were other people swarming up the area. I felt lost in his deep green eyes, and I realized it wasn't just a dream I had every night. This was the real deal.

He didn't seem to be doing much either, except staring right into my eyes. Wait, that didn't seem right. Bradin. Staring. At me. Was this really the real deal? Well, dream or not, I just couldn't take my eyes off of his. They were so incredibly beautiful; possibly could even hypnotize people.

We remained there staring at each other unconsciously, until someone HAD to interrupt. A colorful beach ball landed right in between us.

"Hey! Over here!" An older man along with probably his daughter waved from afar to get our attention. I picked up the ball and threw right back at them, hoping I hit him in the face for the disturbance. Sadly, I missed.

"Wow, how long have we been out here?" Bradin asked, shifting his attention back at me.

"I don't know, probably like ten minutes or so?" I replied.

"Ten minutes? Really? Felt more like five minutes to me." He replied back.

"You two lovebirds have been out here for almost an hour just looking at each other!" A younger boy in an inner tube replied rudely, obviously overhearing us. "Ugh, love, it's so disgusting." He stuck out his tongue, looking disgusted from the word.

We both looked back at each other and laughed nervously. Kids these days, they're so immature, carefree, idiotic, and happy. I wish I were more like them.

"I guess he's right, it is getting pretty late." Bradin said.

"Yeah, I better start heading home." I replied. "I guess I'll talk to you later Bradin." I started paddling my board towards the shore, looking back at him every five seconds finding him staring at me the whole time.

I couldn't believe this was the same Bradin Westerly I've been trying to avoid ever since he moved here. The same Bradin I've been talking to the whole time. The person I've been talking to, turned out to be the most talked about personin school, let alone the city.

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A/N: I know that wasextremely short! But remember, this is only a part of a chapter, part two. Please please please review, and tell me what you thought of it!