A/N: Sorry if it's unrealistic: that's kind of the whole point of this story. I like unrealistic things. Sorry if it's too illogical for all you logical people out there.
Hiding behind the desk, the four girls didn't dare peer out for fear they would be seen. "Are you sure they were headed this way?" a gruff voice asked. "Positive," a voice answered. It was Kaniela. "Thanks for your help," another voice answered. "Scram." There were slight footsteps and then Kaniela was gone.
"I'm gonna make him road-kill when we get outta this," Tasha whispered fiercely. Nebula slapped a hand over her mouth for fear she would be heard.
Finally, the two men went upstairs, and they took their chance. The girls zipped out of the hotel, and into the streets. "All right, how are we gonna get to the Spay-Stay?" Yvonne asked frantically. "Don't worry," Nebula assured them as they ducked into a coffee shop. "I can get you guys everything you need. You just have to lay low until I can."
"But where can we go?" Yvonne asked. "We're probably being watched," Zenon made a casual observation. "So we'll just have to keep our eyes pealed." "Okay, we'll stay at this little place I know of," Tasha said. "Nebula, I'll send you the coordinates once we're there."
"Okay, bye!" Nebula said. "Be careful." "No prob!" Zenon answered, and, after glancing around, Nebula ran out of the shop and back to the hotel.
"So, what do we do now?" Tasha asked Zenon. Yvonne answered her question. "Aloha!" she said to the waitress cheerfully. "I'll have the triple mocha decaf, and one of those delicious looking...haupia thingies. Mahalo nui loa!"
"Anything for you two?" the waitress smiled. Zenon shrugged and ordered a regular coffee while Tasha only ordered a small brownie.
As they sipped their coffees and ate their snacks, they were all silent as they stared out the window, wondering how long they would be safe and how long it would take Nebula to get their seats on a ride to space.
AT A SMALL BEACH HOUSE...
"Okay," Tasha sighed as she dropped the small bag she had gotten from shopping onto the floor. "Just put your stuff wherever."
Zenon was already phoning Nebula. "Hey Neb," she said. "Hi," Nebula answered. "Do you know if they are already on the Spay-Stay?" "Yeah," Nebula answered. "That's the slight problem." "What problem?" Zenon asked, an uneasy feeling in her stomach. "Well...they're going up tomorrow on a flight at 4:30 P.M." "So?" Zenon asked impatiently. "Well...that's the only flight that I could book for you. You're gonna be on the same flight with them."
Zenon stared at her open-mouthed. "Neb, you're kidding, right?" she shrieked. "I wish I was," Nebula sighed. "The only other available flight will leave next month."
"Oh, shaka!" Zenon fumed. "This is just great! How will we get up there without them noticing us? And how on earth will we stop them?"
"That I have taken care of for you," Nebula beamed. "I've alerted the commander up there, and he knows enough to trust you and me. He has police officers standing by. All you have to do is catch them in the act." "If they don't catch us first!" Zenon retorted.
"Hey, sorry," Nebula said, offended. "At least I getting you up there!" Zenon sighed. "I'm sorry, Neb. Tension's getting to me." "It's okay, Z," Nebula said, softening. "I understand."
She looked at the door of her hotel room, and then back at the video phone. "Sorry, Z, suits at two o'clock," she said. "Got to go. Aloha." And she logged out. Zenon sighed and tossed her video phone onto the sofa. Then, on second thought, she zipped it into her bag and locked it shut.
"Hey, come on!" Zenon looked up, and blinked in astonishment. Tasha was standing in a dark green swimsuit, holding the door open, wearing a wide grin. "The waves are shaka right now! Really huge!"
"So?" Zenon asked, feeling a little discouraged. "So, I wanna go surf!" Tasha said impatiently. "I might have only lived here for a little while, but I lived it up while I was here, and never forgot how to surf. Come on, I can teach you!"
"C'mon, Zenon," Yvonne said, standing up. "It could be fun. And it could also relieve our stress." Zenon considered, then smiled and stood up.
"Why not?" she said. "I don't have anything else to lose. I'll get changed." Tasha cheered, and sped outside to get some surfboards from the shack that held them. Seconds later, Zenon appeared in a black suit, and Yvonne had changed into a pink one. Tasha tossed some boards at them.
"Come on, let's go!" she said excitedly. "We're coming!" Yvonne laughed. The three girls hurried outside to the sand, where Tasha showed them how to wax their boards, and how to stand and get on some good waves. After about half an hour, Tasha got tired of teaching and decided to show them the real thing.
As Yvonne and Zenon floated in about knee deep water, sitting on their boards, they watched as Tasha paddled out, and then turned around to catch a good wave. As a large wave swelled under her, she pushed herself up, and balanced as she surfed inland, bending with the wave, and not even losing her balance once.
"Wow," Yvonne said to Zenon. "The way she does it, it looks kinda like ballet." "I know," Zenon answered. "I suppose if you get good at it, that's how it looks. Like it is natural."
Tasha ran back to them, water dripping from her red hair, her eyes aglow. "You guys ready to try it?" she laughed. Yvonne shook her head, but Zenon agreed to give it a try. So, mimicking Tasha, she paddled out to about chest deep for her, and watched Tasha. "Hurry!" Tasha yelled at her. "You'll miss the wave." "I'll watch this time!" Zenon yelled back. Tasha shrugged, and prepared. Zenon watched Tasha's technique closely, and decided that she could get it this time, so she prepared as a wave swelled under her.
The good part is, Zenon got up on the board...the bad part is, as soon as she did, she lost her balance and got dunked. As she got tossed and tumbled on the ocean floor, the surfboard hitting her on the head several times as it was attached to her ankle, she decided she would continue to do it until she got it. She would definitely NOT let this ocean get the best of her.
And so it continued, Zenon getting dunked for about half an hour, Yvonne finally got in, and was actually better at surfing than Zenon. Soon, she could surf about as well as Tasha. And eventually, Zenon got it as well.
Soon, she was never losing her balance. (Talk about fast learners, huh? But then, this story is UNREALISTIC, remember?) As Zenon surfed her way in, she sighed a sigh of fulfillment and utter happiness. Now, she wished that she could stay here forever-just surfing with her best friends, and not a care in the world resting on her shoulders.