Chapter 6
Holly
“Hey! What’re you up to?” Brynleigh asks. I fish my hand into the box of vanilla wafers I snagged from my classroom to bring home with me for the weekend.
“Eating some stress away. You?”
“Huh… Well, I have a solution. You in?”
“Depends what it is, before I agree.”
“Well, I’m picking you up in thirty. You sound like you need it. Get ready for the beach. Come lounge with me in the sun while Trystan surfs.”
I sit up and look around. That does sound better than my current plans of rotting on the couch with trashy tv. I walk back toward my room.
“Trystan surfs?”
“Yeah, that’s news to me too. We’ll see how it goes. Get ready. Bring a blanket in case the wind picks up and it gets chilly. It’s not Summer yet.”
“Good idea. Will his wetsuit keep him warm enough?”
“He assures me it will.”
“I’ll pack some snacks.”
“Sweet.”
When she honks in my drive, I’m dashing out the door, reaching last-second to snag my sunglasses off the entry table, before locking it.
‘Damn you’s a sexy bitch’, the lyrics by David Guetta and Akon’sSexy Bitchcranks up, blasting out of Bryn’s speaker, causing me to laugh and drop my keys. She honks as I bend over to pick them up, and I shake my head. Leave it to Bryn. We’ve really gotten close over the past six months. I just love her to pieces. I slide into her SUV, and she turns the loud banger down and grins at me.
“Hey, hot stuff! Got everything?”
“Nice song choice.”
“The moment presented itself. I couldn’t pass it up.”
We both snicker as she pulls out and makes her way onto the scenic highway.
“So, where’s he surfing?”
“Figured he’d check the swell at Long Sands and see how his arm handles it before he decides on going up to Ogunquit. He hasn’t surfed in years.”
“What made him want to go?”
Brynleigh shrugs her shoulders noncommittally.
“Typically, the best surfing here is with the fall and winter swells, but apparently a system came in with some good conditions. There will probably be a decent amount of people grabbing their boards today.”
“Interesting tidbit of info.”
Bryn smiles wide.
About twentyish minutes later, we’re pulling into the public lot. She was right. There are lots of vehicles here today. I notice Trystan’s truck right off the bat. We hop out and suck in the salty air. This definitely beats the corn and bean fields back home.
“I brought a speaker!” Brynleigh’s muffled voice exclaims from her bent over form as she gathers supplies from the backseat.
“Sweet.”
