Surfing Lessons
Refer to first chapter for disclaimer and such. (Some language)
A.N: Thanks for all the comments guys! They're such great motivators!
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Chapter six: Immature Dick vs uncool gal
Dick had always like waking up early to hit the waves. It had been a ritual since age twelve. First, it had been a way for him to look at older surfers techniques. Then, when he got to ride his first board, he'd do it to practice on his own in tranquillity.
No matter at which time he'd went to sleep, no matter how much he'd partied the night before or how much he'd had to drink, Dick went to the beach in the early morning hours.
It was something to walk on the beach when the sand hadn't been heated by the sun yet; feeling it curling around his toes. It also was quite a sight to see the sunrise in the horizon, with each bright ray hitting the ocean before him. Each day was a unique moment. And really, he lived for those seconds.
He was also living for the hour after; when he'd get in the water and paddled in quest of a good wave.
It was his time of the day.
He wasn't just Dick Casablancas, son of a criminal millionaire dad running away from the country, nor was he the brother of the mad teen that committed suicide after killing some fellow students. He wasn't either the stupid blond surfer dude that lived for party, women and college scandals. He wasn't a role. When he was in the sea, Dick was an entirely other human being; these mornings transformed him. There and then, he was only a guy on a board, surrounded by fishes, salt water and wind. Easy. Simple.
Some days, the sea was calm and tame and he just enjoyed sitting in the middle of it on his board. Some other times, there were waves and that was just better altogether.
What didn't change however was his need to share what an exhilarating experience he'd have on theses mornings. So, after he'd ride a few waves; he would head back to the shore to meet with the rising souls of Neptune.
He plopped down casually on the floor next to a bed and exclaimed happily: "There were some great waves out there this morning."
He looked purposely as Veronica cracked an eye open and blinked at the sudden brightness. She narrow her gaze in confusion when she realised he was the one waking her up. He couldn't help the amused smile that formed on his lips as she unconsciously put the sheets tighter against her upper body.
"Dick? What are you doing here?" She hadn't heard him enter in her room and the displeasure in her voice was unmistakable. She looked at him; her gaze a mix between annoyance and curiosity.
"Well I came to help you with the case."
He would be lying by saying she didn't look cute, all confused and hair tousled from sleep. She fixed her eyes on his hair, still wet from the surfing. Then she furrowed her brows some more.
"What case?"
"Bonnie's case, duh. You said I could help," he replied simply.
"Ugh. That was a week ago, Dick. I resolved the damn case. What time is it anyway and how have you entered in my apartment"
"It's a quarter to eight and I knocked. See; I brought breakfast."
He watched as she eyed the bag with a creased forehead: "What is it?"
"Croissants and OJ."
"Ugh. Orange juice? I need coffee," she said with a touch of disgust.
He whistled playfully and stood up.
"Somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
"I'm still in bed," she deadpanned. She sat up on the side of the bed and combed a hand into her untidy locks. When her hands met knots, she sighed with aggravation and pouted slightly. Then she gazed at him again. "Why are you wet?"
"I just came back from the beach," he shrugged good-naturally, eying her bedroom. He wondered why he always thought she had a thing for unicorns; there were no such thing as unicorn posters or bibelots in her room. He shook his thoughts away; maybe he'd confused her with another chick. "The waves were awesome. You should have seen that."
"You were surfing?" she asked with disbelief.
"Yeah. Why?"
"We were at a party last night and you were far beyond drunk. And we quit like four hours ago."
He knew she was wondering why he was as fresh as new and not hangover. He pondered over the subject for a few seconds and decided to play with her. "Four hours? Really?"
Veronica grunted and dropped back on her mattress. "Life is unfair."
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They decided to go eat their breakfast at Dog Beach; they brought Backup along. Veronica had first be surprise that Backup was getting along with Dick; the tall beach blonde surfer wasn't normally Backup's type of people. But somehow, she remembered that the dog did like the Casablancas brothers when they were younger; it wasn't like Dick was a total stranger.
She watched as Dick threw the ball for Backup. Then, when the dog ran happily away, he bent down and took off his shoes stating that he'd always loved walking barefoot across the beach. He added that it didn't matter the time of day, the reason he was there, or the people he was with; he just loved the feeling of sand wedging in between his toes.
It was weird but Dick wasn't as one dimensional as he'd appear to be one week ago.
After they'd walked some more and tossed the ball in the air a couple more times, they sat cross-legged on the sand and started eating their croissants, OJ and the coffee Veronica bought on their way there.
Dick spoke up, still chewing on his croissant: "So, now that Bonnie's case is solved, what are we gonna do on this fine Saturday? Hit the waves? Play video games all day long?"
"God, you really need to make up with Logan."
He chuckled. "I did."
"When?" she asked, suddenly very interest in Dick's yapping. She looked at him expectedly, waiting for his answer.
"I needed a change of clothes yesterday so I went to the Grand. Plus the guy who teaches economics class threatened to fail him if he misses anymore classes so I needed to tell him."
She opened her mouth, wanting to query about Logan but suddenly thought better of it and shut up. She waited for Dick to pursue the subject without her sounding desperate. After some time, when she was sure he wouldn't be saying more about it, she impatiently pushed the issue: "And how was he doing?"
He shrugged, as if I hadn't paid that much attention to details.
"He was a wreck. He grew a beard too. I think I'll move back with him. I just need to figure out what to say about this hot blonde chick I befriend with."
Veronica, astonished, bumped her shoulder against his with amusement. "Look at you, acting like a grown-up person."
"Just because I try not to be complicated with life in general, doesn't mean I'm not grown-up."
"Please. You're the epitome of immature," she stated, popping a grape into her mouth under the hopeful look of Backup; no such luck, buddy.
Dick decided to play the dumb card: "Epitome?" He shook his head helplessly. "Nah, I don't know that word. But I'm sure it was some kind of compliment." He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Seriously, I'm seeing him tonight. I found a distraction; something about a redhead and her hot twin sister. He agreed without much enthusiasm I may add."
"I take back my comment about you being grown-up. I was clearly being delusional."
"Hey! Don't scowl at the man, frown at the gender."
"You're right. Men; they're all Dicks."
"That's more like it - - Hey wait a minute! I think I heard an insult somewhere."
Veronica could only laugh: "Think hard, you'll catch on it, I'm sure."
"Ronnie, girl; I may be the epitome of immature but you are like the personification of uncool."
"Hey! You lied to me! You do know what epitome means!"
"My mom forced me to study my vocabulary every day."
"Yeah, as if uncool was a word."
"It is, I swear."
To be continued...
AN: Ooooookay… I just saw a picture of Brandon Hillock, the actor playing Deputy Sacks, and I have to say… Boy!!! That man is HOT without a moustache! Pale green eyes and daaaark hair… He's like… one of the best looking men of the cast; I SWEAR, go see for yourself and share your appreciation of him!
(God. I sound like a perv, now. -_- )
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Take care folks!