For those of you that voted, I thank you greatly because the band won! I'm sorry I broke my promise to update the next day, but my computer decided that it hates my guts and that it is barely working now. Anyway, blah, blah, blah about me. I guess you care more about Brooke, so here you go!
Chapter 7
Brooke's Pov
"Brooke?" I groaned, rolling to my side.
"Brooke. Wakey- wakey." Go away sister of mine.
"Brooke!" Taylor sighed. "Fine then. She said after a pause. You've asked for it." What the hell is she talking about? A moment later ice-cold water covered my face. With my eyes shooting open, I saw Taylor grinning; the cup that she held was just over my head. Jumping up, I grabbed her hand that held the cup, but couldn't keep my balance and fell, taking Tay down with me.
"Brooke, what the hell is your problem?" Taylor laughed, sitting up.
"Right now, you are." I murmured, rubbing my head.
"Oh, come on!" she enthused, pulling me up onto my feet whilst she, struggling, did the same. "We have to get to the beach by noon!"
"Ugh…" I groaned, falling back onto the couch. "What time is it anyway?"
"It's nine o'clock!" What!
"It doesn't take that much time to get ready Taylor." I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"I know! It's takes longer!" She said, grabbing my arm and yanking me off of the couch. Why did I agree to this? After being half-dragged up the stairs to her semi-unpacked room, she dug through her many boxes of clothes, resulting in turning the bedroom into a disaster. After many minutes of throwing skew items aside, Taylor pulled out the two skimpiest swimsuits, bikinis if I may, and threw one my way.
"No, nope! Not happening, Tay." I quickly said, backing away.
"Come on!" She laughed, "Don't you want to look good for the boys?"
"No way Taylor," I started, "I said I would come, not look like another bimbo gal-pal."
"But, but!-" she babbled.
"Yeah, that's the only thing people will see if I wear it!" I yelled, a smile covering my face.
"No they won't!"
"Yes they will!"
"No, no one will!" she pleaded. I was done with this little game.
"Do you want me to come, or not?" I questioned, turning for the exit. Taylor looked dumbfounded and lost for words. Score one for Brooke, for acting older than her older sister.
"No! You don't have to wear it, okay. Just, just come." She sighed. I grinned, turning back to her.
"Can do," I said, patting her shoulder. "just not in that." I gazed down to the bathing suit.
"Fine then." Taylor groaned. "But you've got to get ready!"
"Okay, okay, chill out." I said, raising my arms. "I'll get ready." I laughed, leaving her room and heading to mine.
By the time I was ready to leave, it was just before 10:00. By the time Taylor was ready, it was a quarter until noon. Jeez! –I mean honestly, she was looking like a Barbie doll herself. On top of her skimpy blue bikini, she wore a tiny see-through shirt. Her hair was perfect, waving down her back, and her makeup, which was what took her the most time, was meant to impress. It looked like she was ready for a photo shoot rather than to go to the beach. I mean, it was going to be hot and we were bound to swim, right? As she came strutting down the stairs, she stopped when she looked at me.
"What the hell are you wearing?" She asked, shocked.
"What do you mean, I look fine." I said, looking down. My cut off shorts and a loose, red button-down shirt covered my one piece. It was perfectly okay!
"Whatever you say." She said, rolling her eyes. "And what about this?" she questioned, making a gesture towards my hair. No, it didn't look like hers at all, and in fact, all I did was pull it into a messy pony tail. She removed my sunglasses and sighed.
"Make-up?" she wondered. I shook my head and pulled my glasses back on.
"Anyways," I began, "we're gonna be late." She looked gob-smacked and grabbed my arm, dragging me out to the truck. Once there she hurried into her seat as I sat back, enjoying her rush. Just as she buckled in I smiled, and looked away from her. "Keys?" I questioned, and she groaned, running out of the truck and back into the house. A moment later she reappeared, her face full of stress, and she scrambled back into her seat.
"Do we have everything?" she asked, fixing her hair. I slightly nodded, and she started up the truck.
We finally found a parking spot a quarter after twelve, and Taylor was pissed. After yelling out profanities to some guys who almost rear-ended us, and barely missing some kids who were walking in the middle of the street, we made it. We both sat back and sighed. When I looked at her, I burst out laughing. She joined in, and after a minute of calming down, she grabbed her bag.
"Ready?" she asked.
"As I'll ever be." I grinned. "The mermaid, is she going to be there?"
"Yeah, Arilyn's going to be there all right. Let's get to it!" she smiled, stepping onto the potholed pavement. Well, let's get this over with…I internally groaned and too opened my door, stepping out.
It was a hot day, and I'm actually glad that we have the chance to go to the beach, swim for a little, and cool off. Tay led me through the crammed boardwalk, down some uneven stairs, and across the burning hot sand over to her new…friends. As I looked up from my shadow, which was playing across the sand, I almost lost my footing and skidded to a halt beside Taylor. There were five of them total, six if you counted Taylor who skipped over to Collin.
The first two, girls, and sadly what I pointed out right away, was that they were beach bunnies. Those two were dressed worse than Tay! –with their barely-there bikinis, plastered on makeup, and windswept hair, they were just so...funny; or in my opinion anyway. The only difference that I could tell between the two of them was their hair. One had brown hair, the other's was blonde, very blonde. The mer-Arilyn, I noted quickly. They looked perfect for the other three, the guys. Of course there was Collin, but besides him the others were just as odd. The first one had bright red hair, spiked up every which-way and was showing off his…two pack. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The other had normal colored hair- light brown and shaggy, and had one arm around Arilyn, the other around a waxed surfboard.
"Hey there everyone!" Taylor cheered, "Sorry that we're late."
"No worries," Collin grinned.
"What do you mean we're late?" asked the brunette girl. Taylor 'thumped' on her forehead with fake surprise.
"Uh, you guys, this is my sister, Brooke." I waved, as they all looked at me in shock. "She asked if she could tag along." What! That is not what happened at all! You asked me to come, Tay. Before I knew it, the brunette and Arilyn scrambled over to me and I was drawn into a hug. Awkward…
"I didn't know you had a sister!" giggled Arilyn, as they drew back. "I'm Arilyn," no duh, "and this is Kara." She pointed to the other, which was grinning like an idiot.
"This is Collin," Tay pointed to the guy who had an arm around her "as if you already didn't know." She bashfully smiled. "And Logan and Tyler." She said, pointing towards the others. They nodded in acknowledgement.
"Hi there." I smiled uneasily.
"So, what's the plan?" Asked Kara as she ran a hand through her oh-so perfect hair. Arilyn grabbed my arm, and made me sit down next to her in the semi circle.
"Well, now that everyone's here, time to party!" the spiky-haired Logan laughed, pulling out a six pack of beer. The others cheered, as I looked on with a bored expression.
"Sorry, we didn't think that there'd be an extra chick." Collin smiled, as I inwardly cringed at his choice of words. Chick? I mean honestly, it sounds like I'm a piece of meat. The others didn't seem to mind as they opened and rapidly drank their beers. After that, the guys stood up, grabbing their surfboards.
"See you gals later." Tyler called out as he pecked Arilyn on the cheek. Gross… They ran off to the water, and I eagerly stood up.
"What are you doing?" Taylor asked worriedly.
"Wait, aren't we going into the water too?" I questioned. The looks on their faces made me feel like I was the stupid one.
"Um, you actually want to go into the water?" Arilyn asked dumbly. "It'll mess up your hair, and you'll smell like salt all day."
"Yeah, not to mention that you'll get all wet." Kara said sweetly.
"Uhh…" isn't that the point of swimming? "So what do you guys do all day?" I asked slowly. Taylor nodded at what I said, agreeing.
"Tan, duh!" they smiled, pulling out beach towels. Isn't this just great. As I lay uncomfortably on my towel, I got to listen to the stupidest gossip spewing out of the beach bunny's mouths.
"It really can get that long?" Kara asked, mesmerized. Wow, bad time to tune in Brooke.
"Well, that's what the magazines say." Arilyn said knowingly.
"It's got to be true then." Taylor giggled. At that moment, another group of girls walked by, sitting down twenty feet away. They looked, well, normal! That was a shock, due to the fact that all that I was surrounded by were Barbie dolls.
"They have some nerve coming over here." Kara said, rolling her eyes.
"That's for sure." Arilyn agreed.
"Who are they?" Tay asked.
"Losers." Arilyn said offhandedly.
"They're just jealous of us." Kara added. "Ugh, but we deal with it. It's just part of being a Surfette."
"A what?" I questioned.
"A Surfette." Taylor said.
"Uh, yeah. Our boyfriends are totally bad ass. They are the well known Surf Nazi's, known for kicking all of the loser's ass'!" The girls said proudly. If they are so well known, how come I've never heard of them?
"No one dares to mess with them…Well, except for that one group of good for nothing rejects."
"Who are they?" I asked, intrigued.
"The Lost Boys." Arilyn said quietly, making sure only the four of us heard. "They think that they're all tough, so they try to pick fights. They're the only one's stupid enough to mess with the Surf Nazi's." she said snidely, her nose high.
"They're really hot, but no one, not even we have been able to hook up with them." Kara said. "It's only one night stands with them, and even then, no ever see's the girls again. It's like they're gone."
"Maybe they're hiding from them. What if they're that bad?" Arilyn emphasized. Huh?
"They don't look like they'd be bad." Kara grinned. Oh, now I know what they're talking about…once again, awkward.
"Whatever, just listen. Don't get messed up in their little game." Arilyn said, looking at me. "You're better off with one of the Surf Nazi's." she finished proudly. Give me a break! Like I'd be interested in one of them. But hey, now I've got a new goal –find out who the Lost Boys are.
"Aren't they all taken?" I said, looking at her dumbly.
"Well, our boys are." She said in a matter of fact tone. "But there are more of us, Surf Nazi's that is. They had other plans for today. We are a big group."
"Gang, is more like it." I muttered quietly.
"What was that?" Kara asked.
"Nothing." I said shaking my head, standing up.
"Where are you going?" Taylor wondered.
"Um, I'm gonna go…I've got other plans." I made up. Man, I was sick of being stuck with them.
"Come on, stay!" Arilyn said. "The boys are going to be back soon." Thanks for the warning. Like that's gonna get me to stay. I looked to Taylor, and she sat up.
"Eh, let her go. She's got plans." She said. I silently thanked her, grinned, and went on my way. As I was leaving, the other group of girls that walked past earlier came up to me.
"What is your deal? You think that you're all that because you're trying to get into their little whore group. Let me tell you, you're friends are nothing more than the scum of the earth."
"Friends?" I said looking at them. "Yeah right, gag me with a spoon." I said, groaning, pushed through them, and walked away. They looked thunderstruck. Woah, well I guess I'm not the only one who thinks so low of the almighty Surf Nazi's and their perfect Surfettes. I guided my way back to the boardwalk, where there were kids all over. After making my way through the crowd, I found myself across from the comic shop. Mo! –I thought, as I made my way over.
As I entered the shop, I spotted her quickly, sitting behind the register, as bored as ever.
"Mo!" I called, and she looked up, quickly smiling.
"What's up my friend?" she asked, jumping from her seat.
"I've got a problem." I said, grinning.
"And what would that be?" she questioned cautiously.
"I got already to go swimming today, only to find out that the bimbos that my sister is making friends with only care about getting a tan for their oh-so special boyfriends."
"Well that surely is a problem." Mo laughed, and I joined in. "I think I can help though." She smiled walking to the back. "Just one second!" she called out. A moment later she walked out, carrying a swim bag in her hand.
"To the beach?" I asked. She changed the 'open' sign on the door to 'closed' and turned to me.
"To the beach!" she called out. And with that, we headed back to the beach, and I knew it would be different than the last time.
Well, I'm sorry about the fact that the boy's aren't in this chapter, but hey, I'll make it up to you in the next one! I just wanted you all to get the feel of the Surf Nazi's from Brooke's perspective. Thanks a bunch to all of you that are reading and reviewing, and I'm working on the update for Samantha Emerson as well. Love, Crimsonsky132