Summertime High

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This actually happened to me. The names have been altered for privacy reasons and I hope you like it - Rose Burg xx

Submitted: July 04, 2013

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Submitted: July 04, 2013

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Summertime High

We had organised to go down to watch them weeks ago. There were six of us; three boys and three girls. They did it every year but this year was different. There was a warm breeze coming off the ocean and the waves lapped softy onto the sand and spread out; warming the feet of families as they stood at the water’s edge.

We had been down here since two O’clock this afternoon – the girls; and we had been successful in tanning our browned, summer ready bodies. The Christmas songs had begun to blast through sea salt ruined speakers and adults who were drunk on a little bit more than summertime began to dance like possessed puppets to ‘Jingle Bells’ sung by the Australian band/TV show The Wiggles. The Wiggles were four men who sang and dance for children and whose concert was the best place for a paedophile to just ‘hang-out’. It shames me that as a five-year old they used to be my favourite band.

By six O’clock the ‘Christmas playlist’ had repeated itself five times and I looked down at the grainy sand and considered stuffing it in my ears. The surf club sat behind us and Tim walked away from his family who were chatting to some friends. He carried a board behind him. Harry walked up to him and pushed Tim into the sand and grabbed the board – running towards the ocean. Tim chased after him and dived under the white wash of the waves.

Carla and Ally lay in front of me. We had positioned our towels in a peace sign and lay on our stomachs – trying to soak up the setting sun.
“God, Harry is easy to look at.” Ally sighed. I rolled onto my back and slipped on my faux Ray Ban sunglasses.
“Ooft,” Carla groaned. I laughed and looked at her. She smiled. “What? It sums up his ass.” Ally rolled onto her back as well and giggled to herself. “What are you laughing at?” Carla asked accusingly through a smile.
“Ooft!” Ally said and rolled onto her side in a fit of giggles. I chuckled and Carla pretended to be offended.
“I think Tim is hotter though. I mean Harry is…” I started and held up my hands and did air speech marks. “’Ooft’ But Tim…Tim just, you know?” I tried. Ally looked at me with a confused look on her face and Carla grinned at me.
“You so like him!” Carla exclaimed.
“No, I don’t. I don’t like him.” I defended; Carla just grinned at my attempt to shut down her theory. I rolled back over onto my stomach to face them.
“You so do, look at your face, you are blushing.” I held my hands to my face. Ally and Carla grinned in unison.
“Ohmigod – she so does!” Ally said to Carla. I shoved my face into my towel and groaned; they kept laughing and pinching at my shoulders.

I  mean I didn’t not like him, but he wasn’t that jaw-dropping gorgeous. He just had this nice ladder thing on his stomach and shoulders that pop out muscles everywhere you look. And he had this goofy grin that made me smile and piercing light green eyes that caught my attention every time I walked into a class I had with him and massive hands and he was always warm and I felt safe when he hugged me and he made me laugh and I can never get him out of my head and. . . but I don’t like him! That’s ridiculous; my stomach just tingles and I smile whenever I stand next to him . . . or see him. But I don’t like him! Carla and Ally were giggling to each other and looking at me. Carla said something but I took a minute to register what she said.
“What?” I asked calmly.
“I said ‘You are staring at him.’” She replied.
“I was not!” I defended.
“He came out of the water and your eyes were glued to him. You blushed when he flicked his hair.” Ally continued. “You are looking at him now.” I tightly shut my eyes.
“No, I’m not.”
“Mia, cut the crap. You like him and you can’t stop looking at him and I don’t blame you – the guy is hot!” Carla said. I opened my eyes and looked at both of them. They laughed and started talking about the clearance sale at a surf shop across the road. I looked out at the blissful ocean and was entranced by the rareness of the clear blue water and medium sized waves.

The lifeguards had begun to take down their flags and tent and people started to disperse from the water. Families began to group in the designated section in front of the hotel and restaurant and the bar on top was bustling with men and women on the veranda – rocking out to yet another Wiggles tune. Cameron had joined Tim and Harry and they took turns in riding the board into the beach. Cameron was loud and lanky; but he was funny and always made everyone laugh –he pretended to be an idiot to make others laugh – it was dumb but effective. I watched him leap into the water and saw his newly died bleach blonde buzz cut. Carla stood up and her tan glistened from sunscreen. She was . . . petite; she was gorgeous – don’t get me wrong; but she was little.
“Well, I am going swimming. Anyone coming?” Carla announced. I slipped off my sunglasses and stood; brushing the sand off me.
“May as well. They won’t be starting for another half-an-hour.” I concluded. Ally groaned and Carla clapped and pulled her onto her feet.
“Let’s go, Ally. Come on, sweetie, you can do it!” Carla said enthusiastically. Ally glared at her but Carla just smiled sweetly.
“Fine,” Ally said exhaling loudly and dropping her sunglasses in the sand. Ally shook her skinny body and unpicked her bikini bottoms. She was tall and skinny – like, skin-and-bone kind of skinny, but she was born like that. Ally had amazing hair – she had perfect, tight brown ringlets and her hair looked like curled pieces of ribbon. In class if we sat next to each other I would pull down her curls lightly and let go – they would catapult back into the rest of her hair. Carla’s hair was brown as well but she had messy curls. My hair was dead straight and blonde. But I had these natural streaks that defined my hair. We started singing Taylor Swift’s ‘22’ and I got pinned with the chorus.
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-two-oo. Everything will be alright if you keep me next to you-oo.” We danced around the sand and twirled our way down to the water. I kicked the water and sent a spray in Ally’s direction – who was trying to protect her brown ringlet hair.
“Mia! I don’t want to get my hair wet!” She exclaimed. Carla jumped on her and tackled her into the water. They both went down with a scream and I stood in the shallow water and looked out at the expansive blue ocean.

Carla stood and hid behind me while Ally sat up with a mop of hair covering her face. Carla and I giggled and ran further into the water. I dived under one of the bigger waves I had seen today and floated elegantly to the top. I am only elegant in the water – land is like a trip waiting to happen. Harry and Cameron floated over on the board and I couldn’t help but smile at Harry’s abodomen. Oh, we have hot friends. I turned and grinned at Tim who was swimming quickly after them. He was striding through the water and zoomed towards us.

Harry and Cameron chatted up Carla while I placed my head under the water and let myself sink. It was so calm; so clear. I could see and feel everything but it was still silent. I loved it under the water – always have. I have been swimming since I was one-and-a-bit years old and I loved the chill as the water rushed over my body and let me sit; breathless in its beauty. I opened my eyes and looked in front of me –Tim was swimming down to me with a serious look on his face. I looked up at him and he tried to wrap his arm around me and he hastily pulled my body towards him. He began to swim towards the surface and I punched him but let him take me up anyway. I gulped in the salty air and turned to him.
“Why did you do that? I was happy.” I asked calmly but with an accusing tone. He looked scared but managed to smile and run his hand through his hair – I stopped breathing for a second.
“I thought you were drowning, you were down there for five minutes; I panicked.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t drowning. No mouth-to-mouth needed.” I stifled a laugh and he splashed me. I giggled and splashed him back. He laughed and gently grabbed my arms as I went to splash him again. I stopped and looked into his piercing light green eyes. He pulled me closer to him and gently placed my head onto the water so that I was looking at him.
“Your eyes are the same colour as the ocean.” He said softly and I closed my eyes and went under the water. He followed me and I swam down to the sea bed and crossed my legs. I exhaled all of the air in my lungs so that I stayed seated. Tim grabbed at my arm and pulled me back up to the surface of the water.
“What now?” I gasped.
“Oh, nothing. There was just a sting-ray behind you.” He said calmly. I blinked for a second and then lunged out and hugged him.
“Thank you,” I whispered in his ear. I felt his cheeks smile on my shoulder and I pulled away and looked for the others. Harry and Cameron were sitting on the board while Ally and Carla lent on it on either side of them; they were about fifty metres away. Tim gently placed his hand on my shoulder and softly pushed me in the direction of the board.
“Race?” he asked nervously. I looked at him like he was an idiot and he bit his lip and laughed awkwardly.
“Ready, set, go!” I said quickly before lunging into a full throttle freestyle. I looked back when I was half-way there and saw Tim gaining on me. I picked up the pace and streamed through the water towards the board. I felt my bikini top shifting around but I kept going and slammed my hand on the board; manoeuvring my body underneath to fix up my top. They cheered pathetically as Tim came in after me and slammed down his hand down on the board. Harry shoved him on the shoulder.
“You tried, mate. That’s what counts.” Harry said sarcastically. Tim turned to me and puffed out his cheeks.
“You cheated!” Tim gasped. I smiled back at him, cheekily. Ally turned to me shivering.
“Carla and I are going in, you coming?” She said to me. I didn’t want to go in but I didn’t want to stay out here alone with the boys – together awkward conversations were their forte.
“Ok,” I said simply and started to swim in with them. I turned back to the boys quickly. “They’re starting soon, it’s getting pretty dark.” The sun had disappeared and the moon started to cast a milky shadow across the beach and the water. The boys nodded and Tim smiled. I caught up to the girls and kept swimming into shore. It was a clear night tonight; the stars were clinquant above us and they looked as though someone had blown silver glitter all over the night sky.

When we got to the beach quite a large crowd had gathered on the other side of a massive roped off area and the sound of children running and squealing echoed off the buildings. I dried myself off and chucked on my loose beach dress that barely covered anything. I twirled around.
“Ah, summer. Always makes you feel all warm and tingly inside.” I exclaimed pathetically, falling back onto my towel on the ground.
“Are you high? Because you seem to be in a really happy place and I want some.” Carla said smiling.
“I’m not high, I am just happy.” I said; Ally giggled.
“Yeah, experimenting with a guy under the water will do that to you.” Ally said between giggles. I punched her on the arm. “Oww!” She said, plainly. I rolled my eyes and dug my feet into the sand. A loudspeaker had started talking between songs.
“Welcome, welcome, welcome! Welcome all to Mian beach’s Christmas eve celebrations.” His voice was comical and happy and I looked in the direction of the hotel. There were people selling an assortment of glow-in-the-dark sticks and the crowd was highlighted by multi-coloured glow sticks that continually jumped around. I smiled as a little girl at the edge of the crowd excitedly jumped up and down in a Little Miss Santa suit.

Tim’s parents walked over to where we were sitting; I had met them a couple of times at school events and they were lovely people – his dad was constantly smiling in the few times I'd met him and his mum did something in business or accounting and was just as lovely.
“Hey, Mia right?” His mum asked me.
“Yeah, Mia,” I replied. She smiled sweetly.
“Can you tell Tim that we are sitting over there,” She flicked her hand loosely towards the large crowd of people in front of the hotel. 
“Sure can.” I answered.
“Thank you,” She said warmly and they walked back off the beach and onto the path headed towards the people. There was nobody on our side or the rope and we spread out. The boys ran up the beach and dumped the board in one of the holding containers in the surf club. They grabbed their bags and came over to us; flicking water all over us while they shook their bodies like dogs. I chucked my towel at Tim.
“You can use a towel you know. Oh, and your mother is sitting over there somewhere,” I gestured behind me at the people. Tim dried off with my towel and handed it back to me.
“Thanks,” I took the towel and smiled at him as he sat down beside me – slipping on a loose, white, V-neck t-shirt. I bit my lip when I looked at him and quickly looked away back towards the ocean.

Mian beach was one half of one large ark of beaches that ran all along the coast. They were positioned like inward speech bubbles and separated by peaks of rocks. Mian had a lap pool to the right of the surf club and a park behind it. It was a large beach with about fifty-metres of sand between the surf club and the ocean. To the left of the surf club was another small park; a tiny parking lot; and then the hotel, pub and restaurant. This was followed by a small expanse of rough council land and then houses. We were talking aimlessly about nothing and laughing to the random jokes that came out of Cameron’s mouth.
“If you just arrived . . . welcome to Mian Beach’s Christmas Celebrations. We are glad you could join us on this clear Christmas Eve night. And now, for what you’ve all been waiting for . . . if you could all turn your attention towards the roped off area to your left . . .” The loud speaker chattered. The microphone turned off and there was a loud eruption of chatter and squeals as hundreds of people turned towards the middle of the beach.
“Come on! They’re starting!” I stood up and beckoned to the others to follow me to the edge of the roped off area. An official looking guy was standing on the inside of the barrier. We all ducked under the rope and lay inside the boundary to look up at the fireworks. The official looking guy slowly walked over to us.
“Hey, you got the best seats in the house! Right on, man.” He said to me casually. I was surprised; I was expecting him to yell at us to get behind the barrier. “Oh, yeah, right, they are falling in your direction, so if you’re wearing flammable clothing, ah, do something about it.” He said and smiled down at me; the guy kept licking and twisting his lip piercing. I smiled.
“Thanks,” I said sweetly and shoved my bag under my head. He smiled one more time and walked back down the rope. Tim was lying next to me and laughing.
“I think he’s into you,” Tim said to me quietly.
“I said one word to him.”
“It’s body language, babe.” He said with a cool voice.
“Babe? You into Jazz, Tim? Bit of a hippie – peace, love, Earth kind of thing going on there?” I asked him. He smiled and chuckled. Cameron slid down onto the sand on the other side of me. I looked at his hair.
“What’s up Slim Shady?” I asked him. Cameron shook his head but smiled all the same. Tim laughed and pulled the bag I was resting on closer to him. “Hey,” I protested.
“You can share – your bag is huge.” He defended. I shook my head but let him keep his head on my bag anyway. The chatter died down and I waited nervously for the fireworks. My head was lightly touching Tim’s and I dared not move. His breathing was slow and he had his hands placed calmly on his tight abdomen. I looked up and searched the night sky for constellations.

Bang. Bang. Bang-bang-bang. Bang-ba-ba-bang-bang-bang!

The fireworks erupted into the night sky suddenly and I latched onto Tim’s arm in fear. He placed his hand gently on mine and I loosened my grip. The fireworks exploded and floated right above us and the sand was covered in flickers of colour as the fireworks reflected off the lights. Tim lifted my hand off his arm and held it in between us. I felt the warmth of his hand and the blood vessels in my face flourished and I grinned. 

The fireworks where like multiple explosions of different coloured diamonds that streamed out and floated slowly down onto us. I was warm all over; this was so . . . perfect; a dream experience. The fireworks continued and the loud snap and crackle became quieter to me as the show went on. I turned my head slowly towards Tim and caught him looking at me. He kept my eye and leant in. I mirrored him and placed my hand gently on his clean-shaven cheek. He blushed and locked his lips with mine. I got a whole body rush of adrenalin and I kissed back. He placed his hand on my waist and we kissed harder until we were set in a perfect rhythm. I became deaf to the fireworks and could only focus on Tim; and kissing Tim. I felt sand move on the other side of me and heard the thumping of foot prints. I ran my hand down to Tim’s shoulder and did one more delicate kiss on his pink, plump lips. I opened my eyes and couldn’t help myself from smiling. He grinned and I couldn’t stop looking at those piercing light green eyes of his. He tucked a small wisp of hair behind my ear and we looked up at the last of the fireworks that painted the sky above us.

 

**Author’s Note: Hey, so this was written for a story competition where you had to describe your best summer moment. This actually did happen to me and I did change the names of the people for privacy reasons. For the benefit of you reading, I am Mia. Thanks and I hope you liked it – Rose Burg xx**


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