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A/N Basically just a filler, but still read it yea? Oh, the humor and drama are about to be injected more from here onward, just so you know.

Let it Begin…. cackles evilly… Mwuahahhahaha… Enjoy.. )

XoXo m.Anomaly

Chemicals React.

"Rise and Shine!" was her wake up call.

After her long D&M Deep&Meaningful with Johnny bout the whole Johnny and Ava thing in the bathroom the night before Yes, the bathroom! Aaliyah had crawled into bed and slept the moment her head hit the pillow, and was thankful it was a Saturday which meant she'd get to sleep till later, something she'd been properly deprived off with all her AP classes and extra curricular activities.

Allie pulled her pillow over her head and managed a muffled 'Go away!' through it.

She heard the other voice snicker before the first voice says, "What? No thank you for saving my life?"

And with that Allie shot up on her bed to see Bradin and Connor hovering over her bed and nearly bumping her head into theirs.

"What are you-? How did you-? What?" was all she managed to say, shaking her head and bronzy brown locks, confused.

It took her a while to process that Connor and Bradin were in her room.

Over the past few weeks she'd learned that Connor and Bradin were pretty close friends, both being in the surf team though Bradin was a far better surfer. And she often enjoyed their company outside surf practices, occasionally lunching together and hanging out, though not without the usual taunting and teasing as well as arguments and bickering Bradin and Aaliyah had become accustomed to, less heated now as they grew on each other.

"I think she's still a little shocked from yesterday,"

"I'm fine!" she insisted "And I have thanked you! Both of you," she added

"Hey it was all Connor, I would have let your ass fall down those stairs," Bradin said deviously ignoring the fact that he had rushed forward when he saw her fall just not merely in time.

"Hey, it's just a habit of being in the right place at the right time," Connor said with the occasional smirk.

"Oh, don't get a big head," Allie said and threw her pillow at him before pushing the covers over herself and sitting up, rubbing sleep from her eyes, mentally giving them credit for not actually mentioning the fight she had with Vanessa the previous day.

"Whoa, didn't know you were this much of a geek when I met you first day back," Connor commented as his eyes swept over her mountain piles of books and picking one up. Aaliyah hastily snatched it back and put it down.

"Coming from a guy who's read Hemmingway since he was 10?" she stated while pulling her hair into a high ponytail. Connor opened is mouth like he was about to say something before closing it and opening it once again to change the subject.

"Oh, just hurry up would you? We've got practice with Coach in half an hour,"

"Half an hour, just about enough time to-" Allie didn't give a chance for Bradin to finish the statement however, and didn't need to to realize what he was about to say. Flinging her other pillow at him, she took away his attempt to push her buttons by reminding she was in the presence of two guys, half naked, she had fallen asleep in one of her overly large flannel pajama top and no pants.

"You keep your mind off the gutter, Westerly," Allie said and his eyes swept downwards at her uncovered legs all too visibly with a raised eyebrow to, she was so sure of this, annoy her.

"Nothing like a catfight to whet the appetite," Bradin chuckled referring to the incidents of the day before, "I mean, with those shorts and sweat drenched tee's I hope someone managed to take a video,"

"Hey, but hats off to you, you kicked the ass out of Vanessa, Rawr," Connor chipped in referring to the fact that she Had held her ground against Vanessa and managed to hit the mickey out of her instead, nobody would be envying Vanessa anytime soon.

"I take that back," Allie thought to herself, knowing that giving them credit for something like that was premature.

"You're disgusting," she spat at Bradin instead.

"But you like it," Bradin smirked.

"Yeah, in your dreams, Westerly,"

"Oh, trust me, I do dream," he replied with another smirk.

Bradin stared out into the sea as he continued to observe how she rode the waves seamlessly, almost without effort even. JJ had been good enough to make the cut but Aaliyah wasn't lying when she scoffed at how she thought His skills were hardly polished enough to compare with hers. She did several pumps and carves generating speed and velocity before flawlessly executing some ground-breaking maneuvers.

There had been very few girls who'd ever tried out for the school's surf team, and the number that qualified dwindled even further south as the years went by however not only was there a girl who had bothered to try-out, that particular girl had been a really good surfer. So far, there had only been one other girl in the surf team who had managed to make the cut last year, and JJ sat with the rest of the team.

When she was done and jogged toward Coach Jeffrey, surf board in hand, her modest curves and flat stomach in clear view as she didn't adorn a wetsuit but only her bikini and shorts over the bottoms, Coach Jeffrey wrote something on the his clip board before looking up.

"So you're one of them goofy foot surfers, huh?" he asked when he looked up from his clip board.

"Actually I'm a switch-foot," she replied as she dug her board into the sand next to them before carrying on to explain "I'm just more comfortable with my left," she replied, pulling her rubber band out of her wet hair draining it at the same time before pilling them on top of her head again before putting her hands on her hips, expectant of his reply, looking eagerly at her - hopefully - soon to be coach.

Bradin's eyes searched her face, feeling her anticipation, noticing her soft lips and unwillingly scanned her wet figure and allowed himself a look, first her feet and from there, her lean legs, up to her taut stomach then - Then he'd mentally hit himself and ordered himself, for the first time to not fantasize about his 'room mate'. She did not wear a wet suit when she surfed, and this wasn't the first time he'd seen he half unclad, though this was the first time he realized how hot she actually was, well, he obviously noticed that she was, but to actually know, and realize it for the first time.

"Lennox-Montgomery was it?" the coach asked, looking at his flip chart again.

"Yea, Aaliyah, Aaliyah-Jayne," she offered

"Well, Aaliyah-Jayne," he began, weighing down on her name for emphasis, "It may be a little early, but I don't think it's the least premature to say this, welcome to the team," he said smiling at her. Allie allowed him to walk away to call for the next try-outer before allowing herself a triumphant smile.

"So.." a voice came up from behind her and in hovered the too-familiar scent of Chase Adams, "We've got ourselves a new little grommet in the team.

"Little?" she questioned as she turned around raising an eyebrow, "Grommet?"

"Adams, I assure you, there's nothing little about me-" and before she could continue her sentence however he cut her off, "I can see that," his eyes swept over her partially uncovered wet body "or my surfing, and I'm 17, not 7," she continued, determined not to let his piercing eyes phase her as she walked away.

Witnessing this all from not that far a distance, he'd noticed that as good an actor she was, she every bit as uncomfortable and perhaps a little annoyed too, like someone had ruffled her feathers whenever anyone had anything border lining from sexual comments to antics to hurl at her.

"A flaw in her seemingly watertight character, finally," he thought to himself.

"Seriously, is it all you guys ever think about?" she asked as Connor merely chuckled as he'd gotten used to the never ending travesty between the two.

"Well, Westerly here is obsessed with his surfing and I have my almost crude fascination with English," Connor replied while holding a straight face in mock seriousness.

"Mmm hmm, yea, I'm sure, that's why Bradin stashes his Playboys under his pillow right?" she threw.

"I do not have Pla-" he started but got cut off.

"Sport Illustrated, G.Q., Forbes, Playboy, Po-Tae-To, Po-Tah-To, same thing," Allie took her turn at taunting Bradin this time, turning the tables on him and the look on his face had been priceless as he pondered for a moment what she said before opening his mouth to object that he'd ever read any of the magazines she named.

Catching herself smile, she wondered if she'd actually grown to like Bradin. But as soon as the thought entered her mind however, she pushed it out. No, she detested him, she hated that boy with a passion, and it wasn't difficult, especially when he walked around thinking the world revolved around him in all of him and his 5'9'' self thinking he was god's gift to the humanly world and to women as well, he'd just grown on her, like how you get used to an unpleasant smell when you've been exposed to it for too long.

She really did still dislike him, deep down, very deep down. She was sure she did, no matter what his face looked like, or how lean and built his body was.

"No wait, scratch that," she thought to herself, "You dislike him Period"