"OMG, that concert rocked,"Kaylie said as they walked towards Erika and Luke.

"Yeah, who knew Phantom Planet would just drop by."

"Erika!!!!"

"Hey what did ya'll think?"

"It was so awsome."

"Look, I'm kinda tired so I'm gonna have Luke take me home. Kansas have her home soon,"and she left with Luke.

"So what do you want to do?"Kaylie asked.

"Beach?"

"Sure."

"So how was your date last night?"Jay asked Bradin when he came down for breakfast the next morning.

"Good."

"Do you like her?"

"Yeah kinda."

"Kinda?"

"A lot."

"I knew it."

"So what did you do?"

"Concert and we walked on the beach and talked for a little while and I took her home."

"Did you kiss her?"

"Yes."

"So are you gonna see her again?"

Before Bradin could answer Kaylie knocked on the door.

"We're going surfing."

"Bradin, Why don't you like to talk about your past?"Kaylie asked him when they stopped surfing.

"I miss them."

"Who?"

"My parents."

Seeing Kaylie looked half sympathric and half confused he went on,"They died last summer."

"I'm sorry."

"Yea everyone is."

"So that's why you live here?"

"Yep, what about you?"

"What about me?"

"What's your past, you don't seem to like talking about it either."

"About 4 or 5 years ago my dad left me and my mom to be with his 20 something size 0000 secretary. He left us with nothing at all, so I got angry, but I had no way to deal with my anger so i turned to drugs..."

"You were a druggie?"But asked.

"Yea, but i'm not proud of it. I had pretty much convinced my self that there was nothing wrong with what I was doing, that it was a perfectly healthy way of getting out anger. In reality i was running away from my problems. Well about 6 or so months into it my mom found some coke in my room and sent me to therapy, but I never went I thought I was too good for it. So for about another 7 ot 8 months I spent all I could on coke,ex, heroin, pot anything I could get my hands on. Until one day when I was totally sober, I looked at what my had been reduced to and all the problems that I had been running from. So I went to my mom and said I wanted to try theapy again and that this time I would actually go. They told me since I used drugs to get out my anger that I should use that anger to motivate something productive. You know learning a new sport, habitat for humanity, and some other stuff."

"So you picked up a surf board?"

"No, that was about the time I got really into debating and protesting and stuff like that. You know for a while it really seemed to work, but when we failed I wanted so badly to light up a joint or sniff some coke. One day after a protest we had just lost I sat at the beach, like i did everytime we lost, and i watched ther surfers and how free they were and thats how i wanted to be free like that, so i rented a surf board and road out taught my self how to surf."

"I'm one day?"

"Yea right, more like 3 weeks."