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"How ya feeling brah?" Alex ask bursting into the room.
Scott rose from guest bed and began his daily morning calisthenics, Alex raised an eyebrow. "A lot better than yesterday, I'm ready to see you win today."
He was still giving Scott a strange look. "What are you doing?"
"I'm stretching for my morning jog, you want come?"
"Jog?!" Alex said taking a seat on a wooden chair. "Dude, you're on vacation?"
"Hey, I need to keep in shape-"
"For Jean?" Alex said mischievously cutting off Scott.
Scott blushed. "No! Well, yes, but…wait no!"
Alex smirked. "Though so."
"Your competition is in two hours, shouldn't you be getting ready too?" Scott asked shuffling through his duffle bag looking for his red tank top.
Alex balanced the chair on two legs. "We surfers have this saying don-" He fell back and hit the ground with a thud. "I'm okay."
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Amara was lying in bed reading a magazine; Marc was in his bed across from hers just waking up.
"Hey Amara." He greeted, not yet opening his eyes.
"Good morning don't you mean Good afternoon?" She asked unaware that Marc had slept in the clothes he wore last night.
Marc looked at the clock, it read 12:30pm. "Yeah I was up late talking to Kitty, she was mad at me about something that happened yesterday...I'm not sure what it was about. She kept mentioning butter and toast though."
Amara looked a little concerned. "You guys ok?"
"Yeah we're cool, I just apologized and told her that she was right and I was wrong," Marc admitted. "That about patched it up."
"That's good." Amara said trying to look as relieved.
Marc turned rolled on his side to look at her. "What do you like to do?"
"Why are you asking me?" She asked.
"I'm bored." Marc replied in a flat voice.
"That makes me feel reeeal special." Amara replied with a sarcastic smile plastered on her face.
"I didn't mean it like that," Marc apologized, "I mean, like, you're my friend and I would like to know, like…what you like."
"You do realize you said 'like' five times in that sentences?" She asked sitting up in her bed. "Maybe you should spend less time with Kitty?" She joked, kind of.
"Ha ha very funny, so tell me."
"Let me think…I like shopping!" She announced.
"Only shopping?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Hey do you wanna find something to do?" Marc asked sitting up in bed.
Amara shrugged. "Sure."
Marc stood up and pulled Amara off her bed. "Letz go!"
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After Derek picked them up, they headed strait to the beach. The weather was good, and the waves were even better. Even ESPN 2 was there to cover the event. Alex had an extra spring in his step today.
"I am so freakin' amped for this!" He announced to the world, leaping into the air.
Derek patted him on the back. "You should be dude, cuz you were invited here!" Derek thought for a second then said, "And if you weren't here than you'd be somewhere else and I'd be there too and your brother would be here for no reason; which wouldn't make sense now would it?"
Scott's head started to hurt from Derek's little speech. "Derek, you surf?".
Derek thought for a second, "Well if by surf you mean, getting on a board and glide across the water, then yeah I surf all the time."
Scott made a mental note to not get into a vehicle that he is driving again. "Why aren't you out there?"
"I'm not that good…plus they banned me for doing a white whale to some shoobies."
Scott was possibly more confused than before, until Alex filled him in. "Scott, a 'white whale' is mooning someone while you're surfing. Just in case you didn't know."
Derek unloaded Alex's board and they began to wax it down, "Hey Scott do you mind getting us some sodas?"
"Sure little bro, what do you guys want?"
"I'll take a Coke, Derek how about you?"
"Just get me anything, please?" Scott began to walk off but Derek wasn't done yet, "Except, Sprite, Coke, Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, anything with citric acid, Mountain Dew, Big Red…" And the list went on.
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Amara and Marc had been looking for something to do for awhile now but alas to no avail.
"Where is everyone?" Marc asked as he and Amara sat on a couple of chairs.
She looked at him. "Well Bobby is out with Jubes and everyone else is outside playing softball, do you want to go out…there and play?" She nervously added the last part.
"Is there a memo that tells you these thing or are you psychic too?"
"What?"
"Never mind…You could go play if you want to, it's still a little cold for me."
"No I don't really like the cold either."
"Wanna play a board game?" Marc proposed.
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Scott returned and handed them their beverages. "Alex here a Pepsi for you, they didn't have Coke, and Derek here is your...water."
"Thank you very much sir." Derek said taking his drink without looking at Scott.
Scott scratched his head. "Derek you don't have to call me sir."
Derek turned around to look at Scott. "Hey Scott where were ya?" He asked with wide eyes, "This nice man was handing out water…in cups!"
Scott was about to strangle him when, a voice boomed over the loud speaker.
"Number 13 you're up next, get ready!"
"Ya here that, it's time to show them what a real surfer can do!" Alex exclaimed, taking his board and running off to the competitions established surfing area.
"Good luck bro!" Scott yelled after him.
"Yeah show those 'Espen' dudes how to truly rip!" Derek added.
Scott turned to Derek. "It's pronounced 'E-S-P-N' not 'Espen' Derek."
"Who now?"
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"Well we can't play Monopoly." Amara said holding the charred and ripped game board out for Marc to see.
"What happened?" Marc asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well Ray and Tabitha, you don't know her, where arguing on who was better the little dog or the hat…and lets just say things got ugly." She shivered as the memory of that night filled her mind.
"What else do ya got?" He asked.
"Hold on," She said as she stood on a chair to reach a higher shelf, "Well all the others look burnt, destroy, or chewed; so it looks like board games are out."
Marc looked confused. "Chewed?"
"Yeah…believe me you do not want to know." She said with a playful grin.
Amara began to step off the chair when an explosion, from the ball field, shook the area and tossed her off backwards. She was okay though…Marc broke her fall.
"Amara, you hurt?" Marc said huffed grimacing.
"I'm fine, thanks." She panted.
"Good…could you get off me now?"
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"Look at Alex go, I didn't know he was that good." Scott said to no one in particular.
Derek clapped. "Well he is a pro now"
"You're right." He conceded, "Wow! What do you call that?!"
"Sweeetttttt! That's one of his specialties!" Derek yelled, "That's massive tunnel love, he stayed in that barrel for fifteen seconds. He calls it 'Havok's Handle' it could win it for him."
"It could?"
"Yeah unless…that happens."
"That wave looked like it pulled Alex under and then spit him out him out!"
Derek posed in the 'thinking man' position. "Well in actuality, the escalating swell dwindled away for a split second; which in turn caused the tide to contract and subsequently escalate to its earlier point of altitude. It's an activity analogous to that or the hearts A-V and A-S nodes…fascinating isn't it…dude?"
Scott's mouth hung open.
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"How about we just watch TV?" Marc said as they sat on the couch.
"Yeah, lets see what's on." She pointed the remote at the tube turning it on.
::EAT QUIZNOS SUBS!::
::COZ THEY ARE GOOD TO US!::
::EAT QUIZNOS SUB!::
Amara quickly changed the station and they looked at each other with terror in their eyes.
"What in the BLUE HELL was that!" Marc holding his head.
Amara shook her head wildly. "I have no clue!"
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The judges weren't going to announce their decisions until after a short intermission, so Alex went looking for Scott and Derek.
"Hey Brah what's up?!" He said tapping a man's, who he thought was Scott, shoulder.
"I'm not your Brah." The guy said in a snooty tone and walked away.
"Alex you rocked!" Scott cheered.
Derek followed. "You got a real chance! Well, opposed to a fake chance…but that's besides the point."
Just then, two scantily clad bikini babes walked passed Alex and eyed him.
"Nice riding out there." Scantily clad bikini babe #2 said giggling.
Alex nodded and as they got a little further away said, "Derek, you and me together we are invincible!"
"Granted my bro, we are good…but people can still see us." He said and then walked after the girls.
Scott whispered. "Alex would you mind if tonight I take a taxi to the airport, he is really scaring me?"
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"Well Marc we did absolutely nothing today." Amara said as they entered their room.
Marc nodded. "I agree…well we did wander around the mansion and discuss memos."
"And we also talked about how those poor unfortunate board games met their demise." Amara added.
"And you may have broken my ribs!"
"Let it go, I didn't land on you that hard."
"But you weigh a lot."
"Take that back!"
"Okay…you weigh a ton."
"That's it!" She said picking up her pillow and clocking Marc in the head several times, then Marc retaliated with one of his own.
Amara covered her face to hide her tears.
"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Marc said compassionately.
'Sucker.' Amara thought, and then smacked Marc right in the face with the pillow.
"Ouch! Amara that's cheating!" Marc whined.
Amara laughed and was soon followed by Marc, after he conceded to her obvious superior pillow fighting skills.
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"Congratulations, second place." Scott said patting Alex on the back.
"Thanks, I probably could've won if I didn't wipeout that one time." Alex admitted.
"You should have won," Scott said, "those judges robbed you."
"It's okay this was only my first competition; second is very good. Plus the dude who won deserved it."
Scott ignored him. "Yeah and don't get me started on him…I mean who does this 'Kelly Slater' guy think he is?!"
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