disclaimer: I don't own Summerland, unfortunately. So anything relating to Summerland, I don't own. Anything not relating to Summerland, I do own.

A/N: I just want to say Thank You to those who reviewed my story. Hopefully this turns out to be a good one and I hope you all enjoy. Now to the story!

Rosie and Lila meet again

It was hot outside. Too hot. I knew I should've changed; at least taken off this black shirt I was wearing. Black does attract the sun. Anyway, I was wearing the bikini my mother bought me, so if I take my shirt off I wouldn't seem like such a loser. Then again, my bikini is black, so the sun would quite possibly still be beaming down on me. Good God, do I not ever learn?

I'll just keep my shirt on; it's not like I was going into the water anyway. I feel extremely weird though, and not to mention hot, wearing these jeans...which happen to be one of my favorite pair of jeans. Although, I'm probably going to feel even weirder, when I have thousands of surfers eyeing my black T-shirt with a little anime Goth girl, holding an umbrella, and the words saying, "The clouds will come out tomorrow" on it.

Wow. I am a loser.

"I'm going to head into the surf shop for a sec." Bradin told me. "You can come with or wait for me here, your choice."

"Uh.." I said, looking around. There weren't many people standing around. And I'd probably stand out like a sore thumb.

"On second thought," Bradin started. "You should come with me."

I followed Bradin along the beach to a little–yet not too little–surf shop. Ah, surfing. Now that I was here, in California, I was hoping to learn how to surf. But then when I think about it, I shiver. I'm so completely and utterly petrified of the ocean. I mean, when I go to beaches I don't go in the water. I just walk along the shore. The highest the water has ever reached were my knees, and to me, that's high.

"Cute shirt, by the way." Bradin said.

"Oh, thanks." I said looking down at it.

"Though not a happy saying for us surfers on it." He added. "We like sun, not much rain."

I looked up at him.

He smiled.

Anyway we arrived at the little–yet not to little–surf shop. There were, of course, plenty of surfers standing around outside of it. Most of them greeted Bradin, and looked, strangely at the Goth looking girl in jeans, walking next to him. Yes, I look Goth-ish, although I really am not. First, I dyed my hair dark red, seeing how my mother was a blond and my father had brown hair. Basically I inherited–from my parents–a mixture of blond and brown hair, creating a dirty blonde look–which eventually became all brown–in which I hated. Since I despised the yucky brownness of it all, I dyed my hair dark red–or auburn, if you will–which I love, seeing how my favorite color is alizarin crimson, and so I wouldn't feel out of place while hanging out with Jade, who is, in fact, a Goth.

Now secondly, I'm from the city. Right now, the whole east coast is undergoing heavy rain showers, in which never seem to stop. This meaning there has been no sun, so I have no tan and am pale. The porcelain of my skin and the bloody red of my hair create severe contrast and make me stand out even more. My eyes are blueish green, however they do change color. Third, I'm wearing a black T-shirt with a little anime Goth girl, and the words of negativity written on it. Now just shoot me.

We entered the shop and I followed Bradin to the back. "Hey Bradin." A young woman with straight brown hair said. She looked like a real surfer girl–she was wearing short jean shorts and a light-blue bikini top. She looked very pretty.

"Hey Erika." Bradin said. "Oh, this is Katy."

"Yeah, know." She said. "I always see her with her parents when they come visit. How are they, by the way?"

"Fine" I said. What else was I supposed to say?

"Do you still not surf?" Erika asked me, curiously.

"Yep." I replied.

A frown spread across her face.

"Dude, you have to get over that." Erika said. "Surfing's fun."

"Well, I don't know how to swim, anyway." I told her. Both Erika and Bradin stared at me. "I never really learned. You know, living in the city, we don't go to the beach or pool to swim much."

"New York, right?" Erika asked me. I nodded. "It snows there in the winter, right?"

"Ye–yeah." I stuttered.

"Sucks." Erika said. "Anyway, I've got to go. Jay needs me to go out and pick something up. You two have fun."

"Later." Bradin said.

"Bye."

"So, yeah. I'm going to go to the backroom for a minute. Be back soon. I promise." Bradin said.

"It's fine." I told him. With a smile he ran to the back.

"Thanks!" Bradin yelled, coming back to me, grabbing my wrist and guiding me through the mass amount of people.

"Bradin! Over here!" Some guy with shaggy light brown hair yelled to us.

"What's up Travis?" Bradin asked the shaggy haired guy when we manage to get to him.

"Nothing much." Travis replied. I could see his eyes lingering toward me.

"Where's Lucas?" Bradin asked.

"Over there," Travis said, pointing. "With Callie."

"Damn. Why?" Bradin asked.

"Dude, he's like gaga over her." Travis said.

"Hum...how nice." Bradin said.

"Dude, who's the chick?" Travis asked.

"I'm not a chick." I told Travis, sharply. "Don't call me a chick."

"Ooo, tough one."

"Travis, cut the crap." Bradin said.

"No, really. Who is she?" Travis asked again. "I think I've seen her around."

"Travis, this is Katy. Katy, Travis." Bradin said.

"Katy, you live here?" Travis asked.

Hum...now why would I live here? "For now." I told him.

"For now? Like visiting?" Travis asked me, yet another question.

"Sort of like visiting. I'm staying with my grandparents for probably a year or so."

"Oh. Well, have you visited before?" Travis asked.

"Yes, I've visited before." I told him. "And to answer your next question, which is 'how many times have I visited before,' I'd say, 'I don't know, ever since I was six?'"

"Well, you haven't known Bradin long then." Travis said.

"Yes, I haven't known him long. That's of course if an hour and a half counts as knowing a person long." I told Travis.

"Oh. Man, where have I seen you before?" Travis asked himself.

"Travis, stop interrogating her." Bradin said.

"Okay, dude, chill." Travis said. "Just welcoming her." Turning to me and throwing his arms out, "nice to meet you. Welcome!"

"You're such a tard." I told him, honestly. Bradin laughed.

"Well, thank you." Travis said. "And you happen to be very pretty."

"Thank you." I said and laughed myself.

"C'mon." Bradin said to me. "We'll be back." Bradin told Travis.

"Take your time!" Travis yelled to us, as we walked toward Lucas.

"Don't mind Travis." Bradin said. "He's an ass anyway."

"I think he's cool." I told him. And I did. I don't know why I, but I thought Travis was cool. It was just my gut instinct, I guess.

"He is cool. He's just an ass too." Bradin said.

"Okay."

"Lucas!" Bradin called out to The Lucas.

"Dude!" Lucas responded. We walked up to Lucas and the girl named Callie.

"No wonder all he's gaga over her; she's innocently cute." I whispered to Bradin.

Bradin gave out a laugh, "yeah, she is."

Indeed, Callie was pretty, what with her long brown hair and light brown eyes. Somehow I seemed to remember her. It was like I've seen her before; like I knew her before then. I just don't know when or where we've met, but we've met. I had a gut feeling that we've met.

"Dude, what's up?" Lucas asked Bradin. "Haven't seen you around lately?"

"That's because I've been working, I told you." Bradin said.

"Hey Bradin." Callie said.

"Hey Callie." Bradin said, awkwardly. "Oh, Lucas," he paused, "Callie, this is Katy. Katy, Lucas and Callie."

"Hi." I said.

"Katy? Katy Manson?" Callie asked.

I looked up. "You know each other?" Bradin asked me.

The hell I know her! I remember now. It was a stupid school project...some pen pal thing. We were pen pals. We finally met when my parents flew her into New York. That was before the accident.

"Rosie?" I said, excitedly.

"Oh my god!" Callie said.

"AHHH!" We both screamed as we hugged each other.

Bradin and Lucas covered their ears.

"Rosie?" Lucas asked.

"Lila!" Callie said.

"Well, I guess you have met before." Bradin said, answering his own question.

"Yeah, in some alternate reality." Lucas added.

Callie smacked Lucas in the back of his head with her hand. "No, you doosh!"

"We were pen pals." I told them. "We had pen names."

"Yeah. Mine was Rosie, and Katy's was Lila." Callie added.

"Cool." Lucas said.

"Yeah," Callie started. "Look Lucas, we can talk later. I actually have to run off. My mother needs me for something."

"Okay." Lucas said.

"I'm sorry Katy." she said, turning to me. "We'll talk later though, I pinky promise."

"It's cool." I told her.

"Yeah, I'll get your info from Bradin, here." Callie said. "He seems to know you well already."

"Callie..." Bradin started.

"I'm just kidding. But I will get the info. Okay, later." Callie said. "See ya Katy...Bradin...Lucas." Then she walked away.

The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. Bradin, Travis, Lucas, and some other guys went surfing and I sat on a huge rock, watching them. It was pretty cool watching them, the first thirty minutes, but after that it was pretty boring. I was so relieved when Bradin and Lucas (the last to get out of the water) got dress and were ready to go. Of course I could've gone back to my grandparents' house on my own, that's only if I knew how to get back there...without getting lost.

"Hey," Bradin said, walking toward me. "You waited?"

"Well, what else should I have done?" I asked him.

"You should've gone home." Bradin said, high-fiving Lucas as he walked by.

"Yeah, I could've gone back to my grandparents' house, that's of course, if I only knew how." I told Bradin, smiling.

"Nah.," Bradin started. "Don't tell me you've been visiting your grandparents' house here since you were six and you don't even know how to get back to their house?"

"Well, I never actually left the house...by myself before. I always had someone with me, to guide me." I told him.

"Why was that?"

"I have a really bad, no horrible sense of direction." I said.

Bradin laughed.

"Hey! It's not funny!"

"Okay, I'm sorry."

We walked in silence the rest of the way, that was until Bradin asked, "where are your parents?" he paused. "I mean, I haven't met them yet, and I didn't see them at the house."

I was silent for a minute. "Oh. Um...they're not here."

"Oh." Bradin blurted out. "So, you're staying with your grandparents because your parents are away?"

"You could say that." I told him.

"What?" Bradin laughed. "So they're away?"

"Yeah." I said. "On a business trip."

"Oh, cool." He said. "Where?"

"Oh, Japan." I lied.