Sorry this has taken so long. I haven't really been able to get on, my computer is kind of "punishing" me. I guess I've been going on too much lately. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. And let me just say that THIS is my longest chapter yet! 3,821 words (not counting this authors note or the bottom one)! IDK this is a big deal for me, but whatevs! lol So, read this and PLEASE let me know what you think of this one! Thank you!
[Mitchie's POV]
We arrived at the beach. It was gorgeous, simply breathtaking at night. Jason pulled into the parking lot and got a spot, shutting off the engine and pulling the keys out of the ignition. We all stepped out and walked onto the sand. Shane took my hand and we walked down the steep hill, heading toward the sparkling water.
"Alright," Caitlyn spoke as we all looked out at the water. "What should we do first?" We turned to her and smiled.
"Dance party!" us girls chorused and the guys just watched, smiling.
"Wait," Caitlyn stopped laughing and smiling. Soon we all stopped. "We don't have any music." A frown came to my face and I looked at the others.
Now my idea decided to malfunction? Why couldn't it have done it while we were all still deciding on what to do? Oh thank you good luck. Not! I sighed and paced for a second, trying to figure out someway we could get our hands on music. I looked up to my left and suddenly spotted a shack. I tilted my head thinking for a second.
"Well, what are we suppose to do now?" Jason asked. I spun around on my heels, facing the others.
"I'll be right back," I told them and ran over to the shack. It looked like it had been there for a while, but not long enough to make it look abandoned. I stepped on the plank porch and opened the screen door, walking inside. There were four full tables out of ten. I spotted a guy standing behind the counter and walked over to him, getting his attention.
"Hey, what can I get you?" he asked. He had short blond hair that was spiked up, his eyes were green and he had a surfers tan. If I had to guess, I would have said he looked 25-28 years old. He was very good looking, but no Shane.
"Are you the owner here?" I asked and he nodded.
"Have been for the past year. My names Daryl," he said as he held out his hand. I shook it. "And you are?"
"The names Mitchie," He nodded again.
"Interesting name. So what can I do for you, Mitchie?"
"I was wondering if you had a boombox I could borrow? My friends and I need some music and we forgot to bring one of our own." I bit my lip and rubbed my palms together. I was hoping he'd have one we could use.
"Yeah, we got one," I smiled with relief. "but I can't just give it to you." my smile faded.
"Why not?" I asked. What did I have to do?
"Because, one, I just met you," he listed off with his fingers. "and, two, you might steal it." I raised my brow, my mouth open slightly.
"Okay, I agree with half of what you said, but come on. I'm a 17 year-old girl just looking for music so I can dance with my friends and boyfriend. I hardly think that implies I would steal it." I rested my hands on the edge of the counter. Daryl studied me for a few seconds, then finally nodded.
"Alright," I squealed. "but I want it back by -" he looked over at the clock on the wall "- 8:30." I nodded biting my lip again. "Hold on, I'll be right back." I watched him walk off into a backroom and I clapped my hands together.
"Go Mitchie!" I told myself and started doing a victory dance.
"Here you -" I turned around and gasped once I saw Daryl, standing there, holding the boombox -" go... Uh..." he chuckled and I felt my face flush bright red.
"Sorry," I said quietly and walked over to him, taking the boombox he was holding out for me. "Thank you!" I said quickly and ran out of there. I heard him chuckle as I stepped onto the porch and I groaned. My victory brought me humiliation, and for once, I didn't want to be the one who won.
As I ran down to the others, I noticed they were all sitting down, side by side. Jason and Marissa. Caitlyn and Nate. And Shane, alone. I skipped over to them and shouted, "Hey!" watching as they all turned to look at me. Shane stood up and I smiled. "Look what I got!" They all stood up and hurried over to me, smiles on their faces.
"Where did you get that?" Caitlyn asked, shocked.
"I talked to the owner of that shack -" I pointed at the shack "- back there and he said I could borrow it... as long as we bring it back by 8:30, that is."
"Wow," Caitlyn said with raised brows and nodded. I held the boombox out to her and she took it, smiling. "You're a lifesaver, Mitch!" I nodded with a smile and watched her run fifteen feet away. I sighed and shoved my hands in my back pockets.
"You're amazing," I looked over at Shane, who was walking toward me, grinning with a titled head. I chuckled and closed my eyes for a second.
"Yeah," I opened my eyes back up. "I'm Wonder Woman." I rolled my eyes and Shane stepped closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. I pulled my hands out of my pockets and placed them on his biceps, which were so much bigger than they were two months ago, and smiled up at him. Shane's hair fell over his eyes as he looked down at me, a smile curving his soft lips. Shane leaned down, kissing my lips so lightly, they tickled. I giggled and rubbed my lips together. Shane chuckled.
"Yes!" I heard Caitlyn shout and, suddenly, music started playing. Shane and I walked over to the others and I instantly recognized the song. It was "Ridin' Solo" by Jason Derulo. A huge smile came to my lips and I started to dance, my arms above my head. Caitlyn joined in, rocking out as usual. Shane smiled as he watched me.
"Come on, dance with me!" I grabbed Shane's arm and pulled him toward me.
"Mitch, I can't dance." Shane said, loud enough for me to hear and my eyes widend. He could so dance. I'd seen him do it before, on stage. Why was he denying it?
"You're such a liar. I know you can dance, Shane." I wrapped my arms around his neck and he placed his hands on my hips.
"What, you mean the stuff I do during our concerts?" I nodded. He shook his head. "Those simple dance moves take me like a week to learn, because I don't know how to dance." I tilted my head, giving him a look of sympathy.
"Is everything okay over here?" Caitlyn's voice broke through. I looked over and Nate and Caitlyn were dancing next to us.
"Shane said he doesn't know how to dance, is that true?" I asked Nate.
"Mitchie, please!" Shane whined, turning red and looking away from the others. Nate chuckled.
"Yeah, it's a sad day when you have to see Shane dance." Shane quickly looked back at Nate and punched him in the arm.
"Shane!"
"Ouch!" Nate shouted, rubbing his arm. "What the hell?" we all gasped.
"Nate!" Caitlyn barked and Nate suddenly turned red, like Shane, only worse.
"Sorry," he mumbled and Caitlyn sighed, shaking her head.
"We'll be over -" Caitlyn pointed down the beach "- there if you need us." I nodded and watched them walk away. I quickly turned back to Shane.
"What is wrong?" I snapped, quietly.
"Mitch, you just blurted out to them that I can't dance!" Shane whisper-yelled. "That's worse than peeing my pants in public," I chuckled. "What?" Shane asked.
"You're honestly saying that you'd rather pee you pants in front of all your fans than have to admit to them that you can't dance?" I could see he was about to nod, but stopped and thought for a second. I sighed. "Shane, I'm sorry I ever said anything, but it's not like I can take it back now." He rolled his eyes, nodding and sighing. I put my hands on his cheeks, rubbing my thumbs on them. "Please forgive me for being an idiot." I pouted. Shane chuckled and lifted his hands to mine.
"You're not an idiot," I smiled. "and I forgive you." Shane leaned down and kissed me.
"So," I spoke once our lips parted. "should we get back to dancing?"
"Well, you can. I'll just watch." I rolled my eyes.
"Shane, there are lot's of people who can't dance," I told him. "but that doesn't mean you can't learn." Shane rolled his eyes.
"Good luck with that."
"Okay, I'm done dancing." Caitlyn panted, resting her hands on her hips and hour later.
"Agreed." I panted along with her, chuckling lightly as I stood next to an equally exahuasted Shane.
"So... what should... we do now?" Caitlyn asked.
"How about we go surfing now," Jason said and the others nodded while I knew something was up.
"Um, we don't have any suits," I said and everyone looked at me. "How are we supposed to go surfing without suits?"
"Ugh!" Caitlyn groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Why are we having so many problems? I didn't ask for this!" Caitlyn spoke, saying the last part to the sky. Nate walked over to her, putting his hands on her shoulders, and murmuring something into her ear. She sighed, nodded and turned around to face him.
"Why don't we go shopping?" Marissa pitched in and we all turned to her. "We can go buy some suits at the local shops and do what I want aswell." I pursed my lips and thought.
"I'm cool with that. What about you guys?" I asked the others and they all nodded, grabbing their shoes. I grabbed mine.
"Yeah, why not?" Caitlyn said nonchalantly and we all laughed. For being so insanly hyper lately, Caitlyn was doing a pretty good job of acting so mellow.
"To the local shops!" Jason sang and took Marissa's hand, Nate taking Caitlyn's and Shane taking mine.
"Wait!" I called and Shane let go of my hand. I ran over to the bombox and picked it up. "We should return this since we're done with it." Shane nodded and I took his outstretched hand. We jogged up the steep hill and over to the stairs that led up to the pier. "Hey," I said to the other couples. "why don't you guys go check out some of the shops? I just gotta return this boombox." they nodded and Shane and I ran towards the shack.
"Ok, hurry back!" Marissa called.
Shane and I reached the shack, stepping on the plank board porch and hearing it creek. Shane opened the screen door and I stepped inside, still holding his hand. Daryl was cleaning off empty tables when he looked over and spotted me.
"Hey, Mitchie, right?" he asked, standing up straight and wiping his hands on a towel slung over his shoulder.
"That's me," I smiled and he walked over.
"Oh, is this the boyfriend you were talking about?" he nodded toward Shane. I nodded.
"This is Shane," I told Daryl. "Shane, this is Daryl." I told Shane. He and Daryl shook hands. "Um, here's your boombox back," I said, holding it out in front of me once they seperated.
"Oh, thanks." he took it. "Did it work alright?"
"Perfect." Shane said. Daryl shook his head, chuckling.
"Sometimes I'm just about ready to chuck this thing out the window." I smiled.
"Well, thanks for letting us borrow it,"
"Hey, anything to liven up this beach. So, are you two hungry? We've got a special on Crab legs tonight." he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Actually, we can't right now, but how's 8? You think you'll have enough for six then?" I asked. He lifted one hand to his face and placed his chin between his thumb and index finger, thinking.
"Yeah," he finally spoke, letting his hand fall. "I can do that." he smiled and readjusted the towel on his shoulder.
"Thanks, we'll be back by then." he nodded and waved as we walked out.
Shane and I walked back over to the local shops, hand in hand, talking and laughing like we normally do. We walked in the first one and instantly heard giggling. I gave Shane a confused look and we walked closer to the sound, hearing the voices. My eyes widend as I noticed two pairs of shoes behind one of the dressing room doors. I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from laughing and took a deep breath. I stepped closer to the door and knocked. "Caitlyn?" I said, trying to hide my laughter.
"Y-yeah?" she replied, sounding out of breath. I bit my lip and looked at Shane, who was trying to hold his laughter back just as much.
"Have you seen Nate?" I asked and there was a pause.
Five seconds later she said, "Uh... yeah I, he's in the -" whispers came from, obviously, Nate "- b-bathroom!"
"Okay, thanks!" I said back and we ran away, trying to get as far away as we could before the laughter burst out of us.
"What's going on?" I turned to see Marissa and Jason walking over to us, holding bathing suits. Shane and I looked back at each other, laughing even harder.
"Go over to the dressing rooms and look for some shoes under the door." I said and fell into another giggle fit. They looked at each other, than back at us, with confusion written all over their faces as they walked over to the dressing rooms. Shane and I watched and waited. Marissa looked under the door, knocked on it, her mouth moved and suddenly, she turned to Jason, who's eyes went wide. Shane and I burst out in laughter once again. "Ouch!" I whine, my stomach hurting from all the laughter. Shane chuckled and wrapped me in a hug.
"I love your laugh, but don't hurt yourself doing it." I giggled again and nodded.
After shopping, we headed back to the beach, bathing suits on and smiles all over. I picked up the mesh bag from the shop and pulled out the sunscreen we'd bought. I walked over to Shane and he looked up at me, smiling. He was sitting on a beach towel, his forearms resting on his knees. And, boy, did his muscles ever look amazing!
"Would you mind?" I held out the sunscreen, smiling. Shane nodded and motioned for me to come down. I did. I sat down between his legs, my back facing him. I heard him pop the cap then, two seconds later, he pressed his hands to my back. I closed my eyes and smiled as he moved his fingers across my skin. Suddenly, I moaned as he ran his index finger down my spine. My eyes shot open and I looked around, seeing everyone looking at me. And a second later, they all broke out in laughter.
"Hey!" I said, pointing at Nate and Caitlyn. "I wouldn't be laughing if I were you, you two aren't innocent." They blushed and burried their heads behind the magazines they were holding.
"Yeah, Mitchie's right. None of us are innocent." Marissa said and smiled over at Jason. I bit my lip, trying to hold in a giggle, as Jason blushed bright red.
"Oh. My. Gosh." Caitlyn pronounced each word as a sentence and suddenly we all started laughing again.
"Ow. Don't make me laugh anymore!" I held my stomach and leaned back into Shane's body. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on mine.
"Alright!" Jason clapped his hands and stood up. "Who's ready to surf?"
"Whoo!" I shouted and Shane chuckled.
"Sure!" Caitlyn said.
"I'm up for it." Nate chimed in.
"Then let's do this!" Shane pumped his fist in the air and I stood up, turning around pulling him up. We all ran over to the surfboards standing upright in the sand by the shore.
Unfortunately, everyone forgot to mention that we had to wax the boards before we could use them. That took ten minutes.
"Now let's do this!" Shane shouted again and we all ran for the water. I set down my board in the water and layed down on it. I paddled out, along with everyone else, and saw a wave coming in the distance. I looked back at the others and nodded, telling them I was gonna take this one.
Now, let me tell you a little something. I have less then 5% experience with surfing, but at least I've done it more than three times. My Dad taught me when I was younger, but we hadn't gone surfing since I was thirteen. So this was almost new to me.
As the wave came closer, I thought back to all the practice lessons from my Dad, how he taught me to paddle, how to take it nice and easy, and how you have to time your standing just right. Thank you, Dad. I spun around, turning toward the others. I looked back at the wave, watching it creep closer. I looked back in front of myself and took a deep breath, readying myself. Suddenly, I felt the wave swoop under me, moving me forward. I helped it move faster and grabbed the board, counting down. I hopped to my feet and slowly stood up, balancing myself.
"Go Mitchie!" Shane shouted. I smiled and road for a few more seconds, until I lost my balance and fell into the water. I swam to the surface, running my hands over my wet hair as I breathed the air. I looked over at the others, seeing them smiling and clapping twenty feet away. I smiled back.
"I have to admit; I haven't done that since I was thirteen."
"Are you sure, 'cause it really didn't look like it." Nate commented.
"Thank you, Nate." I smiled and swam over to my board. I hopped up onto it and Shane paddled over.
"Who taught you to surf?" he asked.
"My Dad." I smiled and Shane smiled back, shaking his head. "What?" I asked.
"Your parents surprise me more and more. They're almost -" he leaned over and whispered, "- cool." I laughed and nodded.
"I know exactly what you mean."
"Whoa, big swell coming!" Nate shouted at us and we looked behind ourselves. He was right, it was huge! "Shane, you gonna take this one?" Nate asked. I looked at Shane as he studied the wave. He looked back at Nate and nodded before paddling out into the water. I paddled over to the others and watched Shane.
Now, I admit; this freaked me out. Yes, Shane had told me that he was a good surfer, but he never said how good. And what about mistakes? Accidents always happen, whether we like them of not. This was not a calming moment.
"Shane's rode big swells like this before, right?" I asked, looking over at Nate. He looked over and, obviously not hidden very well, noticed the worry on my face.
"Mitchie, relex. Shane's done bigger waves than these. He's really good... and cautious." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and nodded at him, turning my attention back to Shane. I sat there on my board, feeling helpless, that question of "what if" hanging in the back of my mind. I took a deep breath and slowly dragged it out, trying to calm my fast beating heart. From beginning to end:
He paddled out, turned his board around to face us, saluted and suddenly, the wave was under his board. He layed down on his stomach, paddling with the water. I watched as he grabbed the board and, in three seconds, was up on his feet and riding the biggest wave I'd ever seen. He looked so natural on his board, riding like a professional. He rode up to us and came to a stop, falling backwards into the water. And for a moment, I was speechless.
"Whoo!" The girls shouted, cuffing their hands around their mouths to enhance the sound, as soon as Shane surfaced.
"Awesome man!" Nate said. I looked back at Shane. He shook his head and wiped the wet strands of hair from his eyes.
"Wow... I-I... Shane, that was... amazing." I manage to get out. Shane chuckled.
"Thanks, Babe." he said and climbed up on his board, paddling over to me. He turned his board around and moved up beside me, grabbing my hand and smiling his breathtaking smile at me. I smiled back and then turned to watch the rest of them go out.
After Shane it was Caitlyn. She was pretty good herself, considering she'd never talked about surfing before. Then it was Nate, almost as good as Shane, then Jason and Marissa. They were both okay, but at least they didn't fall that much. Overall: Our surfing was very awesome.
"...And then he goes, "All I wanted was a hotdog with ketchup; you gave me a hotdog... no ketchup!". I mean, seriously, come on." Marissa said, rolling her eyes. If you're wondering, she was talking about some food court in Arizona. Apparently, someone guy ordered a hotdog with ketchup, but the employees forgot the ketchup and he shot into this huge outburst, throwing food, yelling at random people. Luckily, the cops came and he was banned from the food court. He was also sent to jail for three days.
"And you saw all this up-close?" Shane asked and Marissa nodded.
"It was kind of scary, but once he was gone, I felt better." I shook my head, wondering why someone would possibly do that. Jason put his arm around Marissa's shoulders and she smiled at him. They were so cute!
"I wouldn't know what to do in a situation like that. I bet I would just freak out." I said as I broke a crab leg. I picked up one of the long forks and dug out the meat inside. "Did he looked scary?" I asked, sticking the piece of meat in my mouth.
"Not really, well, not until he started freaking out." I looked over at Shane and raised his browline. "I'm just glad my Mom and Dad were there to protect me." Marissa smiled and Caitlyn cleared her throat.
"I'll be right back." she smiled, but something was off. I we nodded and watched her walk to the restrooms.
"Uh... did I say something wrong?" Marissa asked, a worried look on her face.
"I'm not sure," I looked at Nate and he shrugged. "I'll go check on her." they all nodded and I walked over to the restrooms, seeing it was a one person restroom. I knocked on the door.
CLIFFHANGER! Sorry, I had to. So what did you guys think? What was your favorite part? What did you think of the hotdog guy? Let me know and I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner than this one! Oh, and sorry if there are any spellcheck errors.