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Chapter 2: About Dana

I think I was talking to Callie for a long time about my life back in Pennsylvania. Things that I forgot about for a really long time. Bradin had to go for a while. He said that he had chores to do at home. We talked for a short two minutes before he excused himself from the conversation. Callie, no sooner Bradin left, started on about Bradin. She was really taken with him. The way that she talked about him was unbelievable. I didn't think one could like a guy like that.

But then I thought about it. She told me so much about Bradin and the more that I learned, the more I wanted to talk to him and get to know him. He sounded to good for words. But every guy has secrets. I just had to find some out. But what would bother me about him, I thought.

"He doesn't like when people hide things," Callie continued, interrupting my thoughts. That was it though. He didn't like people who hid their thoughts. Well, I knew then and there that our further relationship would be a problem.

"That's a good thing. That means that he doesn't like keeping things bottled inside of him either," I said.

"Well, I don't know about that. But I'm not really sure if he hides things from me or not. I hope not. He told me mostly everything about him and always kept me in check with his life up to this point. I think," she looked really confused with the words coming out of her mouth. Hell, she was confusing me.

"Don't rack your brain, babe. I'm sure that he tells you the truth. He looks the part," I said trying to stop her from thinking to hard. Yeah, he did look the type. Hot with eye's to make you melt. That's my type! But he was taken, and that made me wanna die. It wasn't that Callie wasn't good for him, but I thought that he would've been better with me. Yeah, so I'm spoiled and have to want everything to myself. Who doesn't though?

"I'm sure your right," she said as she looked at her watch. "Shit, it's way past my bedtime," she said sarcastically. "Sorry, but my mom's gonna have another kid if she knows I stayed out past curfew. Here, call me and tell me all about your first official day at Playa Linda tomorrow and all the hot guys to hit on you!"

She handed me a small slip of paper with numbers and her name on it and rushed off. I was left in the dim café alone. It wasn't like me to be alone. Back home I couldn't walk in my house without someone talking to somebody. Big surprise, right? A spoiled little girl with all sorts of friends. Well, to tell you the truth, and I'm not bragging or whatever, but I wasn't always like I am now. I was shy and quiet and friends didn't come easily at first.

But then I met Kevin. Boy, things changed after that. I hung out with everyone I could meet. He made me that way, believe it or not. Then I got a little too wild and things got out of hand every once in a while. But back to the café.

"Excuse me," a tall dark haired boy said to me. "But we're closing in about 5 minutes."

"Thank you. I'll be out of here in two," I grabbed my purse and handed the boy a two dollar bill, paying for my banana split that I never finished.

"Thanks."

That next day was a Saturday. I was out trying to get a glimpse of what California was so famous for. The surfers caught my eyes. They were out there doing what seemed like fun to them, but some of them had the talent to go places. One surfer caught my eye first. He rode the waves like they were his. Shifting his weight back and forth to gain speed, them doing a spin and landing right back into the water like a dolphin in the current.

He was amazing at it and when I watched him I couldn't take my eyes off. He captured me. As I glared, I saw him approaching me. The closer he came the more I could see his amazing face. Then I realized that it was Bradin. I know, it's ironic but I was into him bad, I realized. He faced me then and slid his board under his arm and leaned to one side with an awkward grin on his beautiful face. I awoke from daydreaming and spoke.

"Aren't you the true Californian! You rock when it comes to surfing!" he rocked at anything. "You must've been surfing for years. Did your dad teach you?"

Now, looking back on this, I know that wasn't the best question to ask but I didn't know. He took it really well though. "Nah, he didn't know how to surf. Taught me how to play basketball, though. I actually grew up in Kansas. I've only lived here about a year. I just started surfing." he said in a sweet voice. "But thanks for the comment. I'm still learning but I've gotten better."

"That's really cool. How did you learn that fast?" I said. Now once again, what I was saying may sound really stupid now, but he didn't seem like the orphan type.

"I got a teacher," he laughed. "But I guess the snowboarding and water-skiing on vacation helped."

"Oh," I didn't know what else to say. "Hey, um, did you say your father didn't know how to surf? That's in past…"

"Yeah, I meant it that way. My parents are dead," I told you he took it okay. Probably better than I would've. "They died back in Kansas. That's why I came here. I live with my aunt, my siblings and her roommates."

"Oh, that's cool," I said.

"Yeah…thanks," at this point I was confused. Here he was telling me about his dead parents and all I said was 'cool' like an idiot and he was thanking me. I was thinking that he was a little too nice.

"Um…for what?" I had to ask. He was scaring me.

"For not going mushy on me and starting to console me and tell me all of these things I've heard ten zillion times. All that does is make it worse," he explained. And he was right. Whenever I told people about my dad leaving us when I was little they would try to console me, saying they knew what I was going through. How the hell would they know? They didn't loose a parent.

But the fact that he was thanking me was a little too much. I just didn't know what to say. Cool was the first thing to come out of my mouth. "Your welcome then. I mean, I understand what your saying. Like about my dad, when I tell people about him leaving me…I understand."

"Well then I guess we have one thing in common already. Wanna go get lunch and see what else we might have in common?"

I'd go anywhere if you were there, I thought. I smiled at the gesture and extended my hand to him. "Absolutely."

"So…we've almost talked ourselves into the ground and I still don't know why you moved here. Are you going to tell me?" Bradin asked me as we walked on the edge of the water. No, I thought.

"Bradin, I…" Then a voice chimed in. Callie had came up behind us, calling our names.

"Hey, guys! I see you two are getting to know each other. That's awesome. I'm glad that I finally have a friend who doesn't flirt with my boyfriend. It's a relief," Callie said, sliding in between the both of us. Meanwhile in my head I was thinking, I have my own way of flirting.

"Who does that?" Bradin asked clueless.

"Almost all of my friends Bradin. Boy, are you blind? Some of them, I swear, are close to shoving their tongues down your throat!" Callie said. Bradin smiled, blushing. "Don't let it get to your head. Your mine anyway."

She kissed him. It was the first time I saw them kiss. My eyes burned and my stomach was weak. I couldn't stand that. "Okay, right here guys!" I said breaking their kiss.

"Sorry," Callie said wiping her lips. "So what did you two find out about each other?"

Not as much as he wanted too. And not as much as I plan on telling him!

Did anyone find out the secret yet? I guess not. I didn't foreshadow enough…yet. I'll get more in there somewhere. There will be a point in this story where most of you should be able to figure it out. Until then, you can review and ask questions to get clues! I'm open and waiting for advice and questions!