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I watched as the waves crashed up against my newly painted yellow toenails. The seagulls were circling around me, making me more than nervous. It was a perfectly sunny day out, with no clouds in the sky. It was a perfect day to spend lounging on the beach, but that wasn't the case. The beach, for the first time since I'd had moved here, was spotless. Which was no surprise to me at all, today was a day like no other. Actually all week had been a week like no other.
I wondered if Pastor David was at the church yet, knowing I should have been there more than an hour ago. But there was a part of me that just couldn't bring myself to leave the house. Or furthermore, leave the beach.
"Alexis, honey we better get going", a small grey haired woman walked towards me.
"I'll meet you at the church grandma", I turned around and starred out at my grandmother, Lily. My grandmother didn't argue with me, she knew not to, "Alright". I sighed and took one more look out at the Gulf of Mexico. I looked around quickly before pulling a folded up picture out of my bra. A single tear fell down my cheek.
"I love you, forever and always", I let go of the picture which flew right into the ocean and drifted away. "Goodbye".
3 Months Before
I stared out the window of my twin brother, Derek's black Honda Civic. The radio was blasting threw the stereo, well the palm trees flew by. I let my flip flops fall off and I crossed my feet on the seat. I couldn't help but wonder how much longer this drive was going to be. We had already been driving for 8 and a half hours.
"My god, how much longer? My ass is numb", I threw my head back and sighed.
"Like half an hour maybe", Derek took one hand off the steering wheel and brushed it threw his hair.
"Do you think he's changed the house at all?" I twirled a piece of my curly caramel coloured hair around my finger.
"I doubt it, if anything it will just look a little different with his stuff there. Rather than random furniture from grandma and grandpa", Derek glanced over at me, but I was completely zoned out.
"Have you talked to mum at all, I figured if anything she would call you", I turned the radio down.
"Lexi, really. Just enjoy the rest of the ride, please. No more questions". I sighed, "Fine".
"And no, I haven't heard from mum", Derek smiled at me; I knew he felt bad, I mean who wouldn't feel bad for us.
We finally pulled up at my father's house, after stopping for McDonalds well getting into Clearwater Beach. The house didn't look any different. It was a two story house, right on the beach. The siding had been re-painted white and the shutters on each window had been painted a dark blue. Clearly my dad had taken an interest in gardening. At least much more than he had when he lived with us in North Carolina. I got out of the car and stood there looking at the house.
"So this is where I'm going to be living now". We had always spent a lot of ours summers here, but we hadn't been here in more than 2 years. The front screen door was open and I could hear the faint sound of the radio in the background. Through the window I could see my dad standing in the kitchen talking on the phone.
"Come on. I'll get our stuff later", Derek shut his car door and walked up the steps of the house.
He opened the screen door, "Dad".
My father walked out of the kitchen, "Oh Liz, I got to go, my kids are here. Yeah I'll call you later, bye".
I stood in the front foyer of the house. Nothing much had changed. Some of the furniture from our house in North Carolina was now scattered around the house. But my mother had got most of everything in the divorce, my father just wanted to leave, even if that meant without most of his stuff. From the front foyer you could see the kitchen, which lead into the family room. The house wasn't big; actually it was pretty small compared to the other houses in Clearwater. But it still had all the normal house features. The kitchen was re-done with granite countertops and new flooring. The family room had brand new leather lazy boy couches, and the dining room had the table and chair set from our old house.
"Hey guys, how was your trip?" my dad put his phone down and walked over to hug my brother.
"Hey, it was good actually. Not too much traffic, got here in record time", Derek put his car keys on the kitchen table and walked back out to the driveway.
"Hey daddy", I walked over and gave him a big hug. "Hey kiddo, how yeah doing?" I let go of him and smiled.
"Tired, it was a long drive".
My dad nodded, "I bet, I'm going to go help your brother get your stuff".
I smiled and looked at the stairs. Last time I was here, I was here with my whole family. Things were definitely different now. I walked up the stairs, glancing at the pictures of my brother and me hanging on the wall of the stairs. I got upstairs and looked around. Everything was the same, exactly how I left it.
Derek and I had shipped over the rest of our stuff weeks ago. My dad's door to his room was closed, like normal. Derek's room looked the same. My dad had put up all of Derek's football pictures and changed his bedding to what he had at home. I opened the door to my room, which looked exactly like I had wanted it. My dad had put my bedding together and painted it purple for me. Most of my stuff was just set on the bed; I had asked my dad to leave it. I wanted to make my room my own.
I sat down on my bed, "Ugh, home sweet home".
The first night at the house was different. I didn't sleep well at all. There was a part of me that missed my old room and my old bed. I could feel the sunlight shinning in my window, hitting my hand as I pulled it out of the covers. I'd spent all night putting my room together; it now looked exactly how I wanted it to.
I could smell my father's signature pancakes being cooked. The worst part of the past year, was not having my father around to cook. My mother was never much of a cook, so fending for ourselves was pretty normal to Derek and I.
I sat up in my bed and smiled. My blinds were open, letting me get a good look at the ocean. My favourite thing about this house was that from my bedroom I could see the ocean. I could wake up every morning and stare out at the ocean. Who wouldn't want to do that? I let me feet touch the cold hard wood floor; I brushed my natural curly caramel coloured hair back.
"Are you awake", my brother Derek knocked on the door rapidly.
I got up and walked to the door to open it, "Yeah what's up". Derek stood in my doorway, wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a green high school soccer t-shirt.
"Dad has to leave to go to the surf shop, but he told me to meet him down there when you're up", Derek smoothed out his shirt.
"Yeah okay, just let me get dressed", I answered back before closing my door. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a white tank top and a pair of old jean shorts. I threw my hair up in a ponytail and made myself look at least presentable.
Derek parked in the beach parking area right in front of the store. My father had owned the store for about 2 years. My mother had thought it was a stupid idea, but my father didn't seem to care. He went for it anyway, and much to everyone's surprise it was popular among the tourists. The building was right across from the board walk and public beach, it was a prime spot. I watched as Derek opened the door and walked inside. I stood outside, admiring the view. From the front of the store you could see a row of palm trees, a busy street and then the beach.
The cars were all rushing through the streets, trying to get spots in the public beach parking. Personally I always hated the public beach. I always thought it was more for tourists then for people who lived here all summer.
Before I could even think anything else I was awoken from my day dream. Jay-Z was loudly playing through the stereo as a black Ford Focus drove into the parking lot and parked in the employee parking. I couldn't quite see who was in the driver side, but I could see the boy in the passenger side well. He had black hair which was buzzed short and olive skin. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which meant his toned abs were showing. I tried to look away till I saw the person come out of the driver's side. He had blonde hair which he had clearly put some gel through this morning, bright green eyes and tanned skin.
And he just so happened to be Liam Miller, my brother best friend and my ex-boyfriend.
I pulled up to the surf shop ready to work only to find a petite brown haired girl standing outside. Her back was facing me, but I knew I had seen her somewhere.
"Who's that?", asked Lucas as he turned the music down.
I pulled into the employee parking, "I don't know, she's got a amazing ass though", I smirked.
Lucas let out a small laugh before he stepped out of the car. I picked up my IPhone from the console of my car and got out.
"Dude", I heard Liam mutter.
"What", I looked over at him, pointing to the girl standing on the sidewalk.
The girl had caramel coloured hair, which suited her perfectly since her skin was tanned. Her see threw white tank top showed a black lacy bra underneath, while hugging her toned torso at the same time. Her jean shorts were a little too short, but really who was complaining. I looked up into her dark brown eyes which were starring right at me.
"Fuck me". None other than Alexis George was standing just metres away from me.