Hello, I haven't updated in a long long time, but I got some very special lovely people who reviewed my story so I'm going to keep it up. I just love you're sweet LiL reviews.

Bardie, sweet Bardie. I would spend my time writing intellectual, classy stories in English and studying for English but this I a lot more fun. (pg. I don't think Miss J shares my taste in writing (Clara story) I think she'd kill me if I wrote about Bradin and his strange encounters so I'll keep this up and fail!)

A pretty blonde girl walked along the beach. Concentration lines appeared on her face. She knew what she wanted and was going to get, and no one was going to stand in her way. She would stride up to him, tell him she wanted him back and they'd live happily ever after (or at least for the near future.) And if all else failed, she had her ways. Bradin always liked dominant girls.

Meanwhile, Bradin was right out the back of the beach, lying on his surfboard, thinking of the one person that was constantly on his mind, Michelle. They' been happy for the last week, really scary happy. He loved her with all his heart but it was all just a bit perfect for him. He was so used to there being some constant trouble and trauma, he'd forgotten what it was like to be normal, perfectly normal.

Michelle was sitting on the beach, in a big, floppy sun-hat and a brown one-piece. The wound on her stomach still remained, and she wasn't to keen to show it off. She watched Bradin catch a wave into shore and begin to walk up the beach.

Michelle sighed. He was so beautiful, in every way. Sweet, funny and being really, super good looking helped. She was amazingly happy. She lay down on her aqua towel and closed her eyes.

Bradin was 50 metres away from Michelle, and he was heading straight in her direction. But before he could get any closer the blonde stopped him in his tracks.

"Sara," Bradin exclaimed, in shock and surprise.

"I'm back, for good," she smiled, leaning in towards him.

"Wowa," Bradin started. "I, I can't," Sara just leaned closer and kissed him.

Bradin sharply shrugged her off, moving backwards.

"I can't, really. I, umm," he didn't want to hurt her feelings"

"You have a new girlfriend don't you?" she said, slight anger in her tone.

"Sara, you've been away for 4 months, and you expect me to wait for you," he almost shouted.

"I guess not, but whoever she is, I'm sure we can keep us a secret," she replied.

"No! Go now, I'm happy to be friends but can't be with you anymore!"

She turned and began to walk away. "I'm sure our little arrangement will work out just fine," she smirked as she waked off into the distance.

Bradin just stood there gaping. How could she think she could just come back like that and expect him to be waiting for her? Then it hit him. Had Michelle seen that? He turned to see her still lying on her towel, eyes tightly closed. He sighed in relief.

"Hey babe," he said to Michelle, standing over her.

"I saw you out there, you were great," she replied.

"Do you wanna go get a juice or something?" he asked. Bradin was keen to get off the beach.

"Sure, help me up," she asked and he put out his arm.

They walked towards the wharf arm in arm, Bradin moving ahead and faster than Michelle.

'Shit' he thought. 'What was going to happen. Was Sara going to stuff up everything?'

Crap, I think I'm losing my touch. Does this make sense? Now what should Sara do to stuff it all up? soz bout the short chappie.

Bye bye stoopids ( PJ to sydney girls ppl)

Ill update very soon if I get some beautiful reviews, almost as beautiful as jesse.