One and Only

Kicked Out

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" he shouted, looking at me like I was a lunatic.

I licked his hand so he would take it away and he did with an accompanying 'gross.'

"I just got scared waking up to you."

"It's not like you haven't before."

"Yes, but then I wasn't on a beach," I said calmly.

I looked around, not a lot of people were actually looking at us except for the second long glances.

"Is it normal for people just to be sleeping on a beach?" I asked him, confused.

He thought for a while and then nodded, "Pretty much."

I nodded. Californians are so weird. But then I remembered something that had me scrambling to my feet. "No! My mom's coming home today! She might already be home! It's so late into the day! I have to get back!"

I started panicking, what would I tell my mom? But then relaxed, realizing she'd probably just congratulate me if I told her what actually happened.

"Okay, relax," Noah said soothingly, "I'll just take you back. C'mon."

He got up, too, and started leading the way out of the beach and home. Santa Monica was still exciting in the morning. It had a wide range of people; from hot surfer dudes to, no to be mean, overweight men, and celebrity-like girls to, again, overweight women. I looked at Noah and, just cause I was bored, decided to ask him a question that will either get on his nerves or that he'll laugh to, depending on if he's on his man-period or not, "Hey, Noah?"

"Yeah?" he asked, looking down at me.

"Do you consider yourself a hot surfer dude or an overweight man?" I asked him, serious from the outside but laughing like crazy on the inside.

He laughed. Maybe he's not in it! "A hot surfer dude. What do YOU consider me as?"

"An overweight man."

He laughed to this and so did I.

"You know something I've noticed?" I asked him.

"What?" he raised an eyebrow.

"That you have mood swings. Are you on your man-period 24/7?"

"First, I don't think there is a such thing as a man-period. And second, I don't have mood swings!"

I smiled while putting my hands in my back pockets, thinking, 'you just had one,' but saying, "Whatever makes you happy."

"Do you surf?" I asked him. It feels like I'm interrogating him or something.

"Yeah." he replied, nonchalantly.

"Could you teach me sometime?" I asked excitedly.

"One at a time," he paused, then said, "That's what she said!" He then continued to laugh at his own joke.

I laughed a little too because his laughing was contagious. When we'd finally settled down a bit, hd said, "I first have to teach you to swim, remember? We don't want you drowning, now do we?"

"Right." I looked down, then up again, "But can you teach me after I learn how to swim?"

"You don't know how to swim?" a random surfer dude with the typical blond hair and blue eyes said, "Man! You're missing out on a lot! The water caressing your skin and giving you the feeling that you're flying is amazing!"

I looked at him with my eyebrows scrunched together.

"I'd love to teach a beautiful girl like you." he smiled a dazzling smile at me.