A/N Again the disclaimer. I do not know personally anyone mentioned. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)


Next morning, you wake up early as you usually do. You stretch your arms and you yawn. You check your phone and you realize Grant sent you another text, probably when you were already asleep last night. 'You'll teach me how to surf then. Sounds great. Sweet dreams. xx' That message is enough to make you smile widely. You jump off the bed and you open the curtains letting the first rays of sunlight invade the bedroom. You enter the balcony to feel how the temperature outside is. It's warm, spring is definitely here.

"Hey, early bird. Good morning." Someone says.

You jump startled by that voice. You realize Grant is in the next balcony, the balcony of his bedroom, sitting on a chair. He's smiling. "Haha! No need to get scared."

You smile at him. "Hey, good morning. I wasn't expecting anyone to be up at this hour."

Grant stands up and approaches the edge of the balcony to get closer to you. "I was about to say the same."

You look at his boxers and you realize you also have only your long sleeping t-shirt on. You approach him too. "So, we're both early birds. Do you wanna try some early morning surf?"

Grant grins. "Sounds great. But you'll have to be patient with me. I know just the basics of surf."

"That's better than nothing. I'm afraid we just have one surf board anyway, so... I didn't bring mine because I always use Alexa's brother's board when I'm here. Neither Travis, Erin or Lex surf, so..."

"No problem. I'm perfectly fine just watching you." He smiles widely and winks at you.

"We'll take turns, I wanna see you too." You smile back at him.

"Ok, as long as you don't make fun of me. I'm a poor uncoordinated amateur." He pouts.

"I won't." You chuckle. "Ok, I'll just get dressed and then get something to eat. Meet me in the kitchen in ten minutes?" You ask happily.

Grant chuckles. "The kitchen. Right. Sounds perfect. See you."

You roll your eyes smiling. "Teaser."

"I am." Grant says nodding and you two return inside your bedrooms with a smile on your faces.

Fifteen minutes later you enter the kitchen and you find Grant already there, busy making coffee.

He smiles when he sees you. "Hey! We're safe. I found coffee."

"Hahah! Right. And I have your chocolate candy bars!" You giggle showing the chocolates.

Grant laughs. "Great. I guess we won't have lack of energy." He extends you a cup of coffee and starts drinking from his own.

"Thanks."

Grant looks at your bag. "What's in there?"

"Wetsuits, boots and beach towels. I have brought my own wetsuit and you'll be wearing one of Alexa's brother's wetsuits. You're lucky, he is about your height and weight."

"Do I really need one?"

"Oh believe me, you do. You're a fool if you think you can stay inside that water without a suit for more than ten minutes in this time of the year. It's freezing cold."

"All right. You're the expert."

"I am." You smile and you finish your coffee. "Shall we? We'll take the house's SUV. They have Travis' car if they want to leave the house."

"Hahah! Won't Alexa notice her car is missing?"

"Fool! She knows I'm taking the car. I told her." You roll your eyes giggling. "I had the surf thing planned long before I knew you'd be coming with us."

"Ok, then. Let's go!"

After getting the surf board from the garage and loading it in the car, you and Grant drive to the beach. It's a ten minute drive to your favorite spot to surf.

"So, do you always wake up early like this?" Grant asks when you leave the garage.

"Yeah, even when I don't have to work. Unless I go to sleep extremely late, of course. Why?"

"Just curious. I'm the same."

You make a shy smile and Grant mumbles like he's speaking to himself. "Adorable."

"What?" You ask.

"Nothing." He smiles in a compromised way.

"Oh man, stop! You're making fun of me, aren't you?" You slap his arm.

"No, I'm not. Definitely not."

"Yeah, right." You look at him ironically.

Grant keeps his gorgeous smile but also appears to be in deep thought as he looks outside the window. You look amused at his thoughtful look. "What are you thinking so deeply?"

Grant shrugs still with a smile. "Nothing special."

"Ok... Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Do you really tease everybody around like this?"

"Tricky question. But honestly, no."

"No?"

"No." He shrugs again.

"I seriously hope your girlfriend is not part of the teased group. Otherwise... Poor girl." You immediately regret your words. Why would say something like that? It just seemed you were trying to know whether he had a girlfriend or not.

Grant opens his eyes looking at you extremely amused. "I wouldn't know. There's no girlfriend. Why would you assume I had one?"

You shrug your shoulders completely embarrassed. "I don't know. You could have..."

Grant smiles at your embarrassment and doesn't waste this great opportunity to tease you even more. "I could have, but then I wouldn't be here with you, would I?"

Right now you wish you had a hole to hide inside. You can't even look at him. "Probably not. I don't know. Why wouldn't you?"

"Well, I think it wouldn't be appropriate to spend time with another girl other than my girlfriend, right?" Grant is having the time of his life teasing you.

"Why? What if the other girl is just your friend? Don't you spend time with your female friends just because you have a girlfriend?"

Grant grins. "Fair point. You won."

You smile a bit shyly. "Good."

"So, can I ask you something now?"

"Go ahead." You nod.

"What does your boyfriend think about you being here with me?"

You burst into laughter. "You're funny. I'll give you that."

"Thanks. But you still haven't answered my question." He grins.

You blush a bit and you roll your eyes at him before you answer. "Let's just say that my boyfriend and your girlfriend would make an awesome imaginary couple."

Grant laughs loudly. "That was brilliant."

You chuckle at his amusement. "Well, we're here." You announce as you park the car.

"Nice place!" Grant comments.

"Yeah, and morning are always the best part of the day to surf."

You grab your bag and Grant carries the surf board as you walk towards the beach.

"So, you come here a lot?"

"Yeah, I do. I'm from Santa Cruz, born and raised, not far from here."

"Oh, surf city." Grant comments. "I should have known."

"Right." You throw your bag in the sand and you open it, taking the wetsuits. You throw Grant the one for him. "Here. Put it on."

Grant looks at you doubtful.

"Oh come on, you're not backing away now, are you?"

Grant pouts. "Ok, I'm gonna be honest with you. I have no clue about this. I can barely stand up on a board. I promise I'll stay here with you for as long as you want but I'll just watch, ok?"

"Oh, come on! I'll teach you, I told you that." You try to convince him.

Grant remains doubtful. "You'd be just wasting your time."

"But you said you'd try. You said you'd let me teach you." You pout.

"I'm sorry."

"Ok, now I'm sad." You pout, pretending to be hurt by his refusal.

"Seriously, don't waste your time on me. It's not worth it, go enjoy your surfing instead." Grant smiles.

You sigh. "You sure? You'll bore to death."

"No, I won't. I do enjoy watching surf. Seriously."

"I swear I'm gonna teach you some day."

"Yeah, some day you will." Grant nods with a smile.

You take off your t-shirt and shorts and you start dressing the wetsuit over your bikini. "Why did you say you'd try?"

Grant shrugs. "I don't know..."

"Are you afraid of embarrassing yourself? It's ok to make mistakes, it's part of the learning process."

Grant sighs and decides to tell the truth. "Ok, I'll tell you. I said I'd let you teach me so I could come with you and spend time with just you. There. Now you know it."

"Oh." His answer makes you blush and makes you numb while you finish dressing the suit.

Grant appears to be embarrassed himself as he picks a towel and sits down on the sand.

You don't even know what to think. Grant wants to spend his time with you. "Don't you really mind staying there while I surf?" You manage to say.

Grant looks at you smiling tenderly. "No, of course not. Go, enjoy your surfing and stay there as long as you want. I'll be here watching you."

You nod with a smile and you grab the surf board. You decide to do the warm up exercises close to the water and already away from Grant so things wouldn't get any more awkward. It also allows you to think. 'He wants to spend time with me. Oh dear. What am I supposed to do? I want to spend time with him too. I need to get inside the water and clear my head.'

After almost an hour inside the water you decide it's time to leave. The waves are getting flat and you don't to leave Grant waiting alone any longer. If he wants to spend time with you then you'll be happy to let him.

"Hey." You smile at him.

Grant spent the entire time looking at you surfing and has his eyes locked on you since you came out of the water. He smiles back at you ."I may not know how to surf but I reckon you are amazing."

"Oh, you lie." You roll your eyes as you pull the zipper of the wetsuit down.

"No, I don't. Seriously, you are a pro."

"Well, I prefer sweet talking than teasing so... thanks." You say as you wrap yourself in a towel and sit next to Grant.

Grant chuckles at your words. "Really? Nice to know. I don't even need to be too careful with the sweet talking because there's no boyfriend to punch me in the face."

You giggle. "Moron! That's teasing. I can punch you in the face myself if I have to, I don't need a boyfriend."

"So, no special one? The right one hasn't show up yet? Or you don't even want one?"

You look at him amused with his curiosity. "No, no special one. It's not like I'm actively looking for a boyfriend anyway. Why?"

"Just asking." He shrugs coyly.

His expression make you smile. "Ok. Well, the sun is getting warm..." You decide to lie down on the towel to do some sunbathing. Grant does the same and takes off his t-shirt in the process. You try to look away but you can't. Grant doesn't seem to mind as he takes the chance to look at you too from head to toe, while he lies down next to you.

You decide to pick up the relationships subject. If he can be curious and ask you about it, so can you. "What about you? Any special girl?"

Grant smiles. "No, no special girl. Guess we're on the same boat."

"Right. I'm sure there's no lack of girls for you to choose from."

Grant chuckles. "What?!"

"Well, just saying... You know, with fans and all..."

He opens his eyes wide. "Are you serious?! I don't want get involved with fans. Jeez."

"Well, what if the girl you like is your fan?" You blush thinking about yourself.

"Well, I suppose that can happen... but it's not like I'm looking for fans on purpose and get advantage of that fact just to hook up with someone..."

"I didn't mean that... It's just that guys your age, our age, just seem they just want to have fun. And in a way I get it, they're young, why settle already with someone?"

Grant shakes his head. "I don't know what kind of guys you've been meeting but I can tell you that's absolutely not my case. I mean, I do wanna have fun but not jumping from one girl to the other. I want the right one, so it can be forever."

"Oh. Forever? Ok, so are you a one girl man?" You smile.

He nods. "Absolutely."

"Good. But that doesn't mean she's the one for the rest of your life..."

"Why not? If she's the right one, she's probably the one for the rest of my life."

His words surprise you in a positive way. "You are a romantic, I see. Sweet. Let's hope life doesn't teach you the other way around."

"And you are a skeptical, I see. Has life taught you the other way around?"

You shrug. "Maybe. I have had my disappointments, my heartbreaks. I've become more cynical where love is concerned. I've become more picky and selective too. And that's probably why I'll never find the 'right one'. Don't get me wrong, I do still hope that this right guy comes in and sweeps me off my feet. I just don't think there's a high probability of that happening."

Grant seems to be surprised with your words and thinks about it for a second. "I think I understand what you're saying. I'm picky too." He grins. "But hey, don't they say the right one comes when you least expect it?"

You smile. "They do. Do you know what I think the problem is? Generically speaking, nowadays people are getting more selfish and egocentric each day. No one has the patience for the work that a relationship needs. Of course, in the beginning it's all roses and passion and all, but when the initial passion fades away and problems start to appear, bang: a break up happens. Love takes work, that's what I'm saying. If it's the right one, like you say, things are easier. Easier, not easy. Don't be mad at me, but honestly how many of your friends your age are thinking of finding the right girl for the rest of their lives now? Or thinking that their current girlfriend will be the one and only till they die? Honestly."

Grant grins. "Fair enough, when you put it that way, yes, I agree with everything you just said. But there's so many 'but's' to that."

"Really? What 'but's'?"

"For starters, how do you know someone is the right one? Is it love at first sight and you know it? Is it someone you've known for years and then realize it's the one you've been waiting for? It's the one you start dating and as you get to know them you realize it's the one?"

"All of that can happen, I suppose. And when it does, you'll know it."

"I agree."

"You know, there are so many variables in this thing called love and relationships that we could be here till the end of our lives discussing it and still have no conclusion at all. It is what it is. Facts are: we both have yet to find the right one." You say teasing him.

"Have we?" He smiles naughtily.

"I suppose. Wasn't that what initially started this conversation?"

"Yeah, right." Grant keeps his teasing smile.

You look away from him thinking about this conversation and trying to control a sudden urge of just jumping on him and kiss him like crazy.