A.N: Hey guys! Sorry that you had to wait so long for the update! This semester was crazy! I had assignment after assignment, and paperwork and ugh. By the time I upload this, the semester will be over and I'll be on my winter break! Woo! With that being said, I plan to work more on my fanfics.

Thank you for your patience!

S.G Tsukasa

Seth's arm fell motionless to his side. He was about to go into the room to see how Baumer was doing when he heard all that. He turned and leaned against the wall. He let out a sigh and smiled. That's enough, no more chasing after her. He thought. After what she said to Baumer, Seth realized he should stop this. Stop chasing after her. Maybe Seth wasn't really in love with her. Maybe he just enjoyed surfing so much with someone who equally enjoyed it. He decided to explain himself to her and ask her if she would like to surf with him more often and explain it was only for surfing. He also had to apologize to Baumer for saying what he said. He let out a chuckle. I'll just apologize for everything. He lifted himself up from the wall and went to open the door.

"I see you've gotten yourself in quite a predicament."

Seth's eyes widened and he turned around. "Dad! What are you doing here?"

Mr. Evans walked up to his son. He wore a black suit and his brown hair was neatly styled with some gel. "What? I can't visit my son in the hospital?" He stopped so he was just in front of Seth.

"Well, you've seen me and I'm fine." Seth didn't want his father here.

"Fine?" Mr. Evans repeated. "Fine? You think 2 days of being unconscious is fine?" There was an edge to his father's voice.

"Dad, I'm fine now."

"What's the matter with you? Surfing at night?" Mr. Evans asked.

"It's a long story."

"Oh, so this was thought out?" Mr. Evans asked.

Now Seth was getting pissed. "Listen, dad. I know you hate the fact that I surf, but there is a very valid reason why I did what I did."

"And what is that?"

"To save his life." Seth pointed to the hospital door they were standing in front of. "He went surfing at night and I went to save him."

Mr. Evans let out a smile. But he wasn't happy. "Who is this boy?"

"The manager of the hotel."

"Oh perfect!" His smile grew.

"For?"

"I've always wanted to shut the hotel down, and now I have a valid reason."

"WHAT?!"

"Do I have to repeat myself?"

"Dad, no…honestly, please! I love surfing." Seth begged.

"Seth, what if you get hurt another time? And it's worse?"

"Well, I won't! I'll be careful!"

"Surfing is difficult!"

That comment through Seth off guard. "How would you know?" He asked carefully.

Mr. Evans' eyes widened. He wasn't prepared to tell his son.

RING RING RING

Mr. Evans jumped. Oh, it was his phone. "Hello?" He answered. "Yes I'll be there soon." He hung up and place the phone back into his pocket. "Seth, I need to go but I'll-"

"No! I want to know what you mean by that!" Seth asked him.

"I'm sorry…I need to go. I will tell you another time." Mr. Evans turned around and walked away from Seth.

Seth watched his father leave and buried his face into his hands. His father can't shut down surfer's paradise.

He just can't.