Beachey Vibes

Beachy Vibes

By Gia Volterra de Saulnier

Dude! I see that surf just above coming my way! I totally want to go surfing today but man, I got like a busted leg and an arm from that stupid shark that bit me last week. I should have known better since mom was on my butt about the shark sightings in Cape Cod.

Whatever man, I still see some cute chicks though, “Hey surfer girl, what’s up!”

Aw, that poor little kid is crying ’cause he knocked over his sand castle. Don’t worry little dude, I got you covered man, you can have my bucket.

Oh wait, did I bring a lunch? Shoot, I forgot again. My roommate Jon was supposed to remind me man, and I completely forgot. Oh well, guess I’ll go to the snack shack and see if I can get something to eat.

Oops, I don’t have any money on me. Rats, I must’ve left my wallet at home too.

I spot my buddy Rafi getting ready to go into the water “Hey Rafi, you got any money on you? I can pay you back tomorrow man.”

“Sure Greg, give me a sec, will ya? I’m trying to get a wave over here man.” Rafi shouted as he got on his super cool surf board.

My buddy Rafi, he’s the best, I can always count on him for extra money. I guess that means I gotta work another shift at McD’s, barf, that place is so gross dude.

Wow, just looking at that surf is awesome, I wish my cast would come off right now! I’m so freakin’ itchy man. Doc said it’s not coming off for another month. Double barf.

“Hey Greg, what’cha doin?” Sally walks by me again, dang doesn’t that girl get that I’m not interested? Her blue hair just doesn’t do her any good, not with those black eyes of hers. I think I saw her at school a few times, but I’ve known her since like Elementary school.

We’re now like 22, girl, like don’t you get we’re not in school any more? I don’t wanna be your crush any more and I don’t mind telling you off.

“What does it look like I’m doin’? ” I say snarkily back to her, not that I wanna be a jerk, but man, she won’t get the hint.

“Have you met my sister Bonnie? Well, she’s really my step-sister.” Sally points to this really pretty girl with sandy brown hair and blue eyes.

“Oh hey, how you doin’, I’m Greg, I’d be surfin’ right now, but as you can see, I’m a little uh, well, I got these casts on.” I say with a smirk.

“Hi, nice to meet you. Oh that’s too bad, can I sign your cast? ” Bonnie was surely smiling at me, I can see her freckles up close.

“Sure, you need a pen?” I want to impress this new girl, she seems sweet. Maybe I’ll give her my digits and my Instagram account. I hope she doesn’t ghost me.

“Nah, Sally will lend me one, won’t you?” Bonnie points to Sally who is now frantically looking for any kind of writing implement in her bag which looks like something out of ‘Mary Poppins’.

“Sure, here you go, but it’s a sharpie, is that okay?” Sally says again this time with a bit of hope in her voice, “Maybe I can sign the cast too, if that’s okay with Greg.”

Well, I don’t want to piss off two girls, so of course I say okay.

Bonnie goes first “GET WELL CUTIE” with hearts and wait, is that her number? Dude! I think I just scored.

Sally then writes “I hope you break another leg — Sally”. She smirks at me and starts to walk away with Bonnie while whispering in her ear. Oh well, too bad honey, I got her number, I hope it’s her real number though, looks like it could be a real number. It does start with 401 though, where the heck is that? I gotta Google that when I get home I guess.

“Really Sally?” I was a little surprised, I guess she did get the hint after all that.

“Well, I mean I gave you my number a few times Greg, and you never called me. I even sent you a friend request and a Instagram request but I don’t think you even responded.”

FICTION for The Fearless Writer — gvds