Chapter 2:

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

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I relucantly got into the aloha-seat-covered-backseat of Monie's 1996 dark green Jeep and looked into the smudged rear view mirror. Monie was staring at me and smiling understandingly, as if she actually felt me pain. I don't understand why she is so happy to see us if she hasn't bothered to ring us in 10 years.

Chase sat in the passenger seat humming "Pumped Up Kicks" and drumming his fingers on his left knee. I also don't get why Chase is so chill. He was doing his usual "I'm a tough guy, men don't cry" shit.

Monie tried to make small talk during the drive out to Hanalei Town , but I was too fazed to listen to the words she spoke. I was transfixed on the scenery of Hawai'i, which, as much as I hate to admit, is beautiful. Palm trees and locals on bikes passed by the car windows. People eating snow cones and laughing were out on benches with family. It seemed like the ultimate paradise. I half expected to see grass huts and surf shacks.


Monie turned left onto an unpaved road with palm trees lining both sides going towards a turquoise cottage on the shoreline. Are you kidding me? This was nothing like the 4-story marble townhome I'd grown up in. Monie parked the car hastily, not even bothering where she parked. When I got out of the car, I looked at the house again. The peeling window shutters were painted hot pink, with a spray-painted lime green screen door leading from the neon yellow porch, & the rusted silver tin roof. It was a literal surf shack. Monie gestured towards her home and grinned.

"Welcome home, kiddos. Mahalo for dealing with that long ride, Hanalei Town doesn't have an airport." She explained, apologetic. Of course not. You live on a tiny ass island in an even tinier ass town.

Chase and I nodded in sync. Chase hadn't said a word since we walked home from school that day.It's completely understandable that he's angry with my father, and upset with my mother's passing, but I just wish he would talk to me. I wish he coudl tell me what was going through his mind. He's always been quiet and not a man of many words but we're brother and sister. He treats me like a damnstranger.

Monie flipped out.

"Howzit? Dat right there, braddah!" I was confused. "What are you talking about, Monie?" I asked. Monie was ecstatic.

"Look at those breaks! Listen to me, my beautiful keiki, da kine of surf that's out right now is sick. Ho, you should go! I got long boards in the shed out back behind the Hale. Wanna try?" Monie was local and spoke Pidgin. Sometimes it was hard to understand her when she spoke her native dialect.

As I contemplated going out and trying my hand at surfing, Chase ignored what she said and walked straight up to the porch, opened the screen door, and disappeared into Monie's cottage. He was being so difficult. Not that I wasn't, but I want to give Monie a second chance. Her intentions are good and I'm taking my anger for my father out on her. I turned to Monie and smiled warmly at my grandmother for the first time in ten years.

"Monie, I think I'll take you up on that." Her face lit up and I was immediately glad that I didn't shut her out again. "Okay, brah, just go out makai when your ready and the ocean will help ya. I must go, Hosan and my other girls are stringing some leis for the Billabong surf pro competition tomorrow! Mo leis, mo bettah!" Monie quickly jumped into her car and drove off, speeding down the rough gravel and dirt road. Monie did everything fast. Just as my mother had.

I turned towards the house and make my way over. I slowly walked into Monie's house. It's been 10 years and although it's not familiar, I know nothing has changed. And if I thought the outside of the house was a little busy, the inside was a madhouse. Monie had 50 years of Hawai'i license plates and surfing competition posters all over the walls in her little foyer. Her hardwood floors were painted different colors and her couch was different scraps of old long boards with mix-matched cushions.

I called out, "Chase!". Nothing. I walked around till I found a small bedroom towards the back of the house with pink floral quilts and a big window the size of the entire back wall. I realized it was my mother's old bedroom.

I shuffled around the small room and picked up the picture frames, eying the photos of my mother in her teen years, smiling from ear to ear with a million leis around her neck. She told about this picture, saying it resembled her graduation night and all of the leis Monie's friends strung for her so she would have the most leis at Kapa'a High School. I looked like my mother, with brown curly hair and dark eyes. I was a spitting image of her when she was my age. I bore into the picture when Chase snuck up behind me.

"I miss her." I turned around and looked up at Chase. I frowned. He frowned back. I hugged my twin brother with all of my might and cried. So did he. It finally caught up with us. Our mother was dead and our father exiled us. All we had was each other. And Monie. I pulled back and wiped away his tears. "It's going to be okay, Chase. Let's just make the most of this. I think I'm going to go try this surfing thing. Care to join?" Chase smiled half-heartedly and shook his head. "No, sis. I got some things to clear up. I'm going for a run. Be back by nightfall." He thought to himself. "Maybe." He shrugged. "Suits yourself. Now leave! I need to change." I shoved him out of the room and locked the door.

Without thinking, I stripped down to my bra and panties and dug through my duffel. I pulled out my hot pink bikini bandeau and my black and white tribal print bottoms. I heard a crash and turned around. Some guy propped his surfboard against a tree and it tipped over. He saw me look over and he blushed. I didn't understand why until I looked down at myself. Dammit! The pervert saw me! The very, very sexy pervert saw me in only my underwear. Maybe it's not a bad thing...'Cassidy, stop! Don't let your hormones override the fact that he's creeping on you!' I thought to myself. I ducked down behind the bed, tried to recollect myself, put my bikini on, and ran out the back door.

I am so embarrassed! I've only been on this island for 2 hours and I'm already flashing people.

I shook it off and went out to the shed Monie was talking about to get a board. I walked into it and groaned. There were at least 20 boards in this thing! I have no idea which one I needed. I was about to grab one of the smaller yellow ones when the sexy pervert walked in behind me. "Ay, brah. Who are you?" He asked. I turned around, angry.

"Excuse me, who are YOU?"

'Who does this guy think he is?' I thought. He chuckled. "The guy who you probably think is a stalker now. Like I asked, who are you?" He asked. I sighed. Stupid Hawaiians have no goddamn manners.

"My name is Cassidy Jordaine. Now who the hell are you, you sleaze?" I snapped. He stepped back and threw his hands up in the air.

"Chill, girl! I'm just out to here to catch some waves before tomorrow morning. It's not my fault you were stripping in front of a huge open window. Plus, what are you doing at my Auntie Monie's place? You're far too young to be Synthia. Plus her kine hasn't been round here for ages..." He said my mother's name and I flinched. He knows my mother?

"Synthia is my mother. Monie is my grandmother. Auntie? Quit lying...Monie was an only child!" I said. He burst out laughing. I don't get why he's laughing! He began to turn red and he had to hold his side, he was laughing so hard.

"Auntie, as in family friend. Ho, you not from here, braddah." I nodded. "I'm from New York City." After I said that, he eyed the 6"0' board under my left arm. "I doubt you surf something that small in the likes of New York." I shrugged his jab off. "Board length probably doesn't even matter. I'm going to go n-" He cut me off.

"Listen, if you're really a beginner like I think you are, you need to surf a long board in those waves." He pointed his index finger towards the waves breaking off in the distance. He walked to the back of the shed and pulled out a huge board that was about 9"0'. I glared at him. "Okay, perv, can I go now?" He frowned. "You can't carry this all the way down to the shore by yourself." I snorted. "Watch me!"

I took the heavy board from him and staggered to get out of the shed. As soon as I walked onto the snow white sand, I lost my balance and faceplanted in the sand. The board stuck itself the sand when I flung it halfway across the stretch. I heard someone laughing really hard and turned around to find the dirty blonde, green eyed stalker-surfer.

He jogged up to where i was with his board under his right arm and picked mine up as if it were light as a feather. I stayed laid in the sand as he put the boards in the water where the waves broke. He strided back to me and held his hand out. "I'm Grayson Howard. Nice to meet ya, Cassidy." He grinned.

I squeezed his fingers really tight, almost tight enough to break them, and snapped, "I can tell I'll hate you already." He shook his head casually and jumped on his short 5"5' board and paddled out to the massive surf on the horizon. He caught a wave in no time. Wow, he is good. Wait, he can't be good. He's a jerk. "He's terrible." I whispered, trying to convince myself that he wasn't riding huge waves like a pro. I groaned.

I hate this Grayson guy.

*Author's Note: is the pidgin confusing?*

Submitted: November 12, 2011

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Ellie Springs

this is even better! but i don't get why she has to hate him because his character picture is so HOT (: anyways, KMU! Great story, girly.

Sat, November 12th, 2011 5:27am


thank you :)
he kept staring at her when she barely had any clothing on.

Fri, November 11th, 2011 9:36pm


Good....kmu please and write fast.....i can't wait for the next one...._inti

Sat, November 12th, 2011 7:06am


haha, gotta wait 2 days at the least :) thanks fa reading, brah :)

Fri, November 11th, 2011 11:57pm


yeah its confusing!!!

Sun, November 13th, 2011 3:38pm


i'm sorry :(
i'll to make it easier to read.

Sun, November 13th, 2011 12:05pm

Julie March

Grayson seems pretty nice, and I don't know why she'd be hating him, but then again, she's had a bit of a rough week. Can't wait to see where this goes.

Mon, August 13th, 2012 12:14am

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