They Met

I stared out the window and watched as the fields of grass slowly turned into the sea and sand. I was practically bouncing in my seat. I was going to spend the summer at my favorite place in the world; my grandpa's house. There were so many fond memories of this place; building sand castles, splashing in the waves, and most importantly; learning to surf. When you are surfing, it's like you can forget about who you're supposed to be and just be you. I live for that feeling; a mix of adrenaline and freedom.

The car came to a stop just behind grandpa's house. I climbed out and grabbed my bags.

"Bye!" I called to the car as it pulled out. I watched for a minute as it disappeared into the horizon, before turning back to the house.

It was a small, but cozy place. It always smelled like the beach.

I lugged my suitcase out to the front and I heard two voices.

"The best song is Surf Crazy, no doubt about that." That was my grandpa's voice.

"Nope, Cruisin' for a Bruisin' is definitely the best." I didn't recognize the second voice.

I sighed looking down. There was no way I could carry all my stuff up the stairs without help.

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Ahem!" I said clearing my throat loudly. "A little help out here?"

My grandpa came outside.

"Mac!" he exclaimed, pulling me into a tight hug.

"Grandpa." I said, smiling. As we pulled out of the hug, I noticed some other guy leaning in the doorway.

"Who's that?" I asked, tilting my head towards the guy.

"That's Brady." He said "Brady, this is my granddaughter, Mac."

"Nice to meet you." He said. He was tall, blonde and had a tan. It was pretty clear he was a surfer. I frowned. He didn't even lift a finger to help me. Some gentleman, I thought.

I tried to stay happy, though. My grandpa was excitedly talking about how much fun we were going to have, how much me missed me and how tonight we were going to do a bonfire to celebrate my arrival.

"Grandpa!" I groaned. "You're making me hungry!"

He laughed. He knew bonfires were my all-time favorite dinner.

We dragged my suitcase up the stairs. Grandpa left me to sort out my room. Once I was done unpacking, I went downstairs.

"So," I asked "Does that Brady kid live here?"

"Yeah," Grandpa said. "He spent all his time here so I let him use the guest room."

"How did you guys meet?" I asked, grabbing an apple.

"We went to a screening of West Side Story at the old theater. We were the only people there." I laughed.

"You can laugh, but it's still the greatest movie ever." He said, shaking a finger at me. "Be warned."

I laughed even harder. I could feel my eyes begin to water. Grandpa shook his head and began to leave the room.

"Hey," I called after him. "I'm going out to town to buy groceries for tonight, OK?"

"Sure," he called back. "Just be home before dark."

"Will do." I said, grabbing my wallet and heading outside. I went into the garage to grab my old bike. Just my luck, it was on a shelf too high for me to reach. I jumped, but I still couldn't get it. I was tempted to get Grandpa, when-

"Ah!" I shrieked as I was lifted into the air.

"Chill!" I heard a voice from behind me. I turned and saw Brady lifting me.

"Are you going to get the bike or what?" he asked, smirking. I blushed and grabbed the bike.

"Thanks." I mumbled as I hoped on it and sped off.

"Hey!" he called after me, but I was too far away to hear whatever he had to say.

When I got to the mall, I went into the grocery store. I grabbed hot-dogs, burgers, some fruit, stuff for s'mores and a couple other things. I was in line at the check-out when I heard a voice call my name. I ignored it the first time.

"Mac!" I was sure it was Brady. Sighing I turned.

"You dropped your wallet." He said.

"Oh." I said. "Well, thanks, I guess." I turned back towards the cashier.

"So…" he said. He was really getting on my nerves. I was thankful for him returning my wallet, but his attitude was horrible. I turned towards him. "Thanks, but you can go now."

"Mac…." He began.

"Look." I hissed. "Maybe you are used to girls falling all over you, but I'm not going to. So drop it or leave."

"Drop what?" he said, confused.

"The 'I'm-too-cool-for-the-world attitude." I snapped. I turned back towards the cashier.

"Mac…"

"Just LEAVE!" I said, practically shouting. He actually looked hurt. He turned on his heels and walked away. Everyone was staring at me but I didn't care. I paid for my groceries and left.

I sighed. This was going to be a long summer.

Author's Note: What do you think? Brady's a bit of a jerk in the beginning, I know. Like I said, hope it's not too OOC. Please review!