Surf's Up

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Marron awoke with a start. She checked her watch. It was 9:15.

She looked around the room. Bra and Pan were still deeply asleep, and Marron knew almost nothing could wake them up unless they woke on their own. What did she care? She was mad at them anyway, they told her secrets.

She got up and tiptoed upstairs. No one was awake there either. She could hear Goku snoring loudly in the other room.

She went downstairs and changed into her only bikini and put her shortest shorts on over her bottoms. Venturing outside, she shivered a little bit, but it got warm as soon as she stepped into the sun.

Looking out over the ocean, she started walking down the beach, the same way as the surfers that she had seen the other day. The waves were crashing and looked pretty big. It was a peaceful morning.

As Marron walked farther down, she noticed bodies in the water. Who else would they be but surfers? She watched as they dropped in on 5, 6, and 7 foot waves. A few of them even did some tricks. She sat down on the sand to watch them for a bit.

About 20 minutes later, one of the surfers came out of the water and walked up the beach to where she was sitting. She turned her head and saw that he was the surfer that was looking at her yesterday.

He looked nervous. Marron didn't think he knew that she had seen him, so she focused her eyes ahead, watching one of his friends cut back on his board. She heard him sit down next to her and turned her head. He smiled lightly at her and she smiled back, one of her dazzling smiles. Now he looked even more nervous.

"Hi," she started off. He started to say hello back, but instead coughed, seemingly losing his voice. She continued.

"I'm Marron. What's your name?" she asked. Never really having a boyfriend or dating guys before, she stayed close to the basics.

"I'm Kyle," he said. He seemed jumpy, like he was afraid to screw up.

"I haven't seen you around here often, Marron. Are you from out of town?" he asked, finally finding his voice.

"Yeah, I live in New Jersey. I'm here on vacation with my two best friends and their families," she answered. Her face darkened, remembering that she was mad at both of them, and that they were probably mad at her, and each other.

"You don't sound that happy about it," he noticed. She looked down at the sand and didn't really say anything.

"Oh. I'm sorry Marron, if it's too personal..." he started to say, feeling bad. She cut him off though.

"We just got into a fight last night, and are all mad at each other. It's the first time that's happened," she told him honestly. He looked a little unhappy.

"I'm sorry. If you don't mind me asking, what was it about?"

"Well, it's sort of complicated. Not the fight, but how all the people are involved. My friend Bra has a brother named Trunks. And my friend Pan's uncle is Trunks age and they're best friends. Our parents have been friends for as long as anyone can remember, so we're all really tight. Pan's grandpa is her uncle's dad. He was sort of an accident, but one we all love," Marron started to explain. Kyle looked at her oddly.

"That would be confusing, but I half understand it. Go on," he prodded her. She nodded.

"So, last night, Bra told us she has a crush on Goten, Pan's uncle. Pan had a good laugh about it, so Bra wasn't too happy with her. Then Pan admitted that she had a crush on Trunks, Bra's brother, until last night. Something happened, but that's between them. Anyway, I had a crush on both of them before, but only told one of my friends about one of the crushes. Bra told Pan she wasn't alone, and about how I liked Trunks for awhile. Pan got mad we didn't tell her and so she blabbed about how I liked Goten for awhile. Then Bra got mad and we all went to bed," she finished. Kyle nodded slowly.

"So, Pan and Bra are mad at you from keeping a secret from each of them, and you're mad at them for not keeping your secrets. Are they mad at each other?" he asked. Marron shrugged.

"I'm not sure, but let's not dwell on it. So Kyle, how old are you?"

"Just turned 17. I can get into R-rated movies now. It's exciting," he told her. She grinned on the outside, but grimaced inside. She knew what he would ask next.

"How old are you?"

She seriously contemplated telling him she was 16, just so he would like her. But he would find out later, and then he might not like her. She was afraid if she told him she was 14 he wouldn't like her either. Luckily, Goten saved her.

"Marron!" he called from down the beach. She looked up.

"Marron, Pan says she's not speaking to you but she told me to tell you that breakfast is ready!" he shouted. Kyle grimaced.

"I've got to go I guess; can I meet up with you later?" she asked. He grinned, considering he was going to ask her the same thing.

"Of course! We'll probably be out here all day. If not, my house is that one," he said, pointing to the house one down from them.

"Great! We're staying in the lime green one a few streets down," she told him. He smiled.

"Hopefully I'll see you later!" he called as she dashed off to meet Goten.

"Who was that?" he asked, after he hugged her good morning.

"Just, a guy I met," she said vaguely, smiling.

"Fun. Hey, what's up with you three? Pan won't talk to Bra either, and especially not Trunks. Bra won't talk to Pan, and I'm assuming not you either. It's just another guess that you aren't speaking to them. What is going on?" he asked. Marron sighed. She couldn't very well tell Goten to his face that she had liked him, or that Bra does right now. Or that she and Pan had crushes on Trunks at one point.

"Just, trust issues. They're mad at me because I didn't tell them 2 secrets, one to each, and I'm mad at them because they did," she tried to shorten it up. He nodded. They reached the house and walked inside; venturing upstairs to see Vegeta and Chichi cooking breakfast.

Gohan was sitting on the couch and he and Bulma were struggling not to burst into peals of laughter at the scene playing out in the kitchen. Bulma was the one who had forced Vegeta to cook, obviously. It was ridiculously funny watching the two of them cooking, trying to have as little contact with each other as possible.

Goten left Marron standing there with the Pan and ran downstairs to grab his swim 'trunks'. He was about to burst into the bathroom, when he remembered the incident from yesterday, causing Pan and Trunks to be in a fight. He settled for knocking.

"I'm in here!" Bra called.

'Whew!' Goten thought. 'If I had walked in on Bra I would never have heard the end of it!' Bra finished putting her bikini and doing her hair before she came out of the bathroom. She saw Goten standing there waiting to go in.

"You can walk in on me anytime hott stuff!" Then realizing what she had said, she scurried into her room.

Goten was wondering what that was all about and put on his bathing suit and ventured back upstairs, failing to make eye contact with a flushed Bra. He noticed the girls were all seated on opposite sides of the table, and Pan was as far away from Trunks as permitted. He sat down next to her.

The parents were totally oblivious to the girls fighting. But go figure, on vacations, they always left everyone to their own devices. Or so they said.

And it was rightly spoken. As soon as Chichi and Vegeta put the food on the table, the 6 adults took off, going out to breakfast, and out for the entire day.

"I thought we were on this vacation to relax," Bra asked her mom while grabbing some eggs and toast. Bulma nodded, not really listening.

"Well, none of us really feel like lying out in the sun today, probably tomorrow. We're still on New Jersey time," she explained. It made absolutely no sense to the question Bra was asking, but they were too busy eating to care. The adults left and by the time the food was gone, there was an awkward silence.

Considering Goten was the only one who was speaking to everyone, he stood up.

"You guys, this is ridiculous. How are we going to have fun on this vacation if we're all mad at each other and no one will talk to anyone else but me?" he asked. The girls looked down at their empty plates and Trunks suddenly found something very interesting on the ceiling.

"Look, I don't know what's going on between you three," he said, referring to the girls, "Or you two," he continued, pointing to Trunks and Pan, "but you need to work it out, and soon. Because none of us are going to have any fun if we're all mad at each other." With that, he put his plate in the sink and walked downstairs to his room, to wait.

Pan looked up from her plate first, then Marron and Bra. The three of them all sort of looked at each other, and then looked away.

"Look, Marron I'm sorry for telling Bra," Pan started.

"And I'm sorry for telling Pan," Bra continued.

"I'm sorry for not telling either of you. Best friends shouldn't have secrets from each other, especially not the three of us," Marron finished. They all got up and hugged.

Trunks looked on at them a little awkwardly. He had a sick feeling in his stomach that Pan wasn't thinking of forgiving him. And the saddest part was, he was starting to like her even more.

"Oh god you guys!" Marron squealed. Trunks took that as his cue to leave, and joined Goten in their bedroom.

"Did you and Pan work everything out?" Goten asked. Trunks shook his head. Goten sighed.

"She'll deal with it when she's ready," he told Trunks. He shrugged and grabbed swim shorts to change into. The five-some walked out onto the beach. It was 11 o'clock in the morning.

"So, this Kyle you talked to, where does he live?" Bra asked. Marron pointed to a house about three streets down. They started walking.

Trunks and Goten found towels in the outside bathroom of the house, and laid them down on the sand, enjoying the rays.

The girls arrived at the house Marron recognized as Kyle's. They turned towards the ocean and saw 3 guys out surfing in the waves. Pan saw one of them and remembered him as the guy she talked to the day before.

Kyle obviously noticed the three girls, because he motioned to his 2 friends to get out of the water. They ran up the beach, putting their surfboards down, before stopping to talk.

Kyle was the first one. He was about 6'3, with dark hair and bright green eyes. He was very thin and fit, and had a defined 6-pack. He wasn't pale, but didn't have a tan really. His friend on the left was the one Pan had talked to. He had dirty blonde hair with bleached tips and honey brown eyes. He had a golden, sun-kissed tan, and a flat stomach. The third boy was without a doubt the most beautiful. He had light brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was tanner then Kyle, but fairer then the other boy. He had cute freckles speckling his nose, and a killer smile.

They were without a doubt the hottest boys on the beach.

Of course, they could say the exact same thing about the three girls standing in front of them.

Marron had taken her hair out of pigtails and braids and it was just hanging past her shoulders. Her blue eyes were sparkling, and she was wearing a light pink and white bikini. Pan's shorter cropped hair was wavy from her sleeping on it and not brushing it, but it looked pretty, accenting her sharp blue eyes. She had on a sky blue bikini and it was a bandeau, with a stringy bottom. Bra was wearing a red bikini with yellow flowers, her hip length hair swaying in the wind.

"Hi Kyle," Marron said shyly. He grinned.

"Hey. I see you made up with your friends," he commented. Pan and Bra looked a little miffed but Marron nodded.

"Cool. These are my friends, Mike and Andrew. Mike lives next door, and Andrew's just here for the break," Kyle said. The three girls mumbled hellos, still in awe at the three gorgeous guys standing in front of them.

"I'm Pan, and this is Bra," Pan said, noticing her friends were speechless. Considering she was older then them, at 15 years old, she had a little more experience with guys.

"So, what are you guys up to today?" Kyle asked.

"We're not sure. Our parents left again, but I suppose if we needed a ride anywhere we could call a taxi," Bra said thoughtfully.

"Probably just tanning today. I know I'm still jet-lagged," Marron replied.

"Do you guys wanna surf with us?" Mike, the brunette, asked. Bra smiled flirtily.

"We don't exactly know how," she told him.

"We can teach you," Andrew said hastily, smiling at Pan. "Can't we Kyle? Don't you have 2 long boards? And Mike, don't you have one?"

"Yeah," they replied. Marron gave Kyle a dazzling smile, and he nodded.

"Okay, Andrew you come with me to get the boards, and Mike you get yours," he instructed. The three boys went their separate ways while the girls all circled up and squealed, carefully making sure none of them heard.

"Where did the girls go?" Goten asked, waking up to find himself lying out in the sun. Trunks shook his head, trying to wake himself up.

"They walked down the beach. I'm not sure," he answered, turning onto his stomach and falling back asleep. Goten sighed and stood up, brushing off any sand. He walked down the beach and saw the three girls standing, apparently waiting for something.

"Oi, Pan!" he yelled. She turned around, obviously surprised, and waved at him. Then she turned back around into the gossip circle. He walked up to them.

"What are you three doing?" he asked curiously.

"Learning to surf," Bra answered, trying to pry her eyes from Goten's body.

"How? You don't have boards," he noticed.

"Thank you, captain obvious. We met some people and they're getting the boards," Pan answered.

"People? Or boys," he pointed out, seeing Mike step out of his house, 2 houses down. Pan put her finger to her lips.

"Sshh Goten!" Pan whispered. He smiled.

"I'll leave you guys alone, but we expect you home by 3. Me and Trunks are going to try and make dinner," he told them, walking off. Bra burst out laughing.

"Last time my brother tried to cook, he was determined the oven was attacking him, and he broke the freezer because he punched it so hard," she revealed. Pan put her hand over her mouth and tried not to laugh too hard, but Marron had already dissolved into giggles.

The three boys walked out to find the three girls in hysterics on the sand, and a strange looking guy with really spiky hair walking away.

"I won't ask," Mike said. He smiled at Bra, and his blue eyes sparkling.

"Since Kyle has obviously taken a strong liking to Marron here, which one of you two would like surfing lessons with me, Sir Stud?" he joked. Pan and Bra looked at each other. It was painfully obvious Bra wanted to more, and that he liked Bra more.

"Well, I guess I will," Bra spoke up, trying to play it off coolly. Pan tried to stifle a giggle as he carried her board into the water and helped her paddle out.

Kyle and Andrew came out of Kyle's house next. Pan gave Andrew one of her dazzling smiles and the three pairs were off in the water.

::2 hours later::

"Andrew, this is too easy! I'm getting up on the biggest white waves and they're no challenge!" Pan complained. Bra and Marron were still having really good times on the small waves, but Pan was always more adventurous.

She looked longingly at the glassed over waves a bit farther out. She saw a surfer get up on a wave that looked nearly twice his size and ride it all the way in.

"I want to ride those waves," she said stubbornly.

"But Pan, those are really big waves. Even surfers who have been surfing for years don't surf waves that big most of the time," he tried to reason with her, not wanting her to get hurt.

"Either take me out there or take me out of the water," she said even more stubbornly, then flashed him a dazzling smile. He couldn't resist, her spunky attitude and gorgeous face were too much.

"Okay," he relented. Pan was ecstatic, and kissed his cheek. Definitely not regretting his decision, he pushed her over the tops of the big waves, and she sat on her board on the outside.

"Now what?" she asked, looking around at all the other surfers who were looking at her scornfully. Andrew saw a smaller wave coming in.

"You paddle," he told her. She laid down on the board and paddled into the wave. Andrew gave her a little push and she had caught the wave.

Using the tips Andrew told her on their way outside, she turned her board the way that the face of the wave was opened. She popped up easily, an kept her footing as she rode the wave down the face. Once it turned to white wash she turned and looked at Andrew.

"I did it!" she screamed. She bailed off the board and he swam up to her.

"You were great!" he complimented her truthfully. Not once had he seen a beginner surfer take their first face wave that smoothly.

"It's all thanks to you!" she squealed happily and kissed him right on the lips. He kissed her back lightly, and they broke away, both a little embarrassed.

After 2 hours of being in the water, the group had drifted significantly apart. Marron and Kyle were halfway down the beach in one direction, Bra and Mike in another. Pan and Andrew seemed to be right about where they started, but they were farther down. Right in front of the lime green house; where Trunks was watching in jealousy.

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A/n: oh cliffy :) the evilness is overwhelming.

Actually, not really. And I also have no idea why I'm updating this fucking story. I want some reviews. Just let me know if you're reading.