It may not appeal to most you guys, but I wanted to post it anyways. It was on a dream though so it might not be the best...
Madison stood on the sandy beach of the Pacific Ocean. Staring out into the bottomless pit of inky blackness, she looked up, hoping something exciting would happen, anything. It was summer vacation and she had nothing else to do in the beach house her father rented out every year so they could get away from the busy city of Los Angeles. Looking back down, she wondered if something exciting would happen. If she would embark on something exhilarating that she could share with her friends back home. Nothing probably would though, which left her alone, standing there. Sighing, she was tired of standing there like an idiot so she took a step forward into the ocean and into the cold foamy water, letting it wash over her sandy toes. Feeling a little bit braver, she took three more steps into the water and up to her waist, not caring that her cut off blue jeans were getting wet or that her step mother would throw a fit.
Breathing a sigh of relief for the content that came with the stars above, she stripped her clothing while throwing it into a pile back on the beach’s sand. Sinking under, she let the waves wash over her. Bringing herself back up towards the surface, she ran her fingers through her hair that sat at her shoulders. Feeling its smoothness and silkiness with her fingers that hummed with excitement. Smiling, she turned and started walking back towards the sand. She frowned as she felt something run across her bare leg. Reaching down through the murky water, she felt her leg. Nothing stung, so she kept moving. ‘It was probably just seaweed’ she thought, as she got dressed.
Pulling on her shirt, she turned and gasped as she saw a boy, not too far away from her. He sat on the sand, looking wet. ‘Had he seen me?’ she wondered. As if on cue, he looked up, his eyes catching hers while holding her gaze. “Shit,” she cursed and stumbled as she backed away still holding her shorts. Turning and running, she looked back to see him still sitting there, staring out into the ocean just like she had been doing a few moments ago. Madison wondered if he was hoping something exciting would happen to him too.
Staring out the window, Madison looked to see any sign of the boy from earlier that night. She had hoped to see him wandering the beach so she could talk to him. The faint smell of saltwater drifted in by wind and up to brush across her face, already tan from the first week. Pushing a strand of golden blonde hair out of her face, she pulled the curtain across the open window. She walked towards her bed and pulled on the over sized t-shirt and boxer shorts she had stolen from her dad. She wondered where he was. Checking the alarm clock that sat on her nightstand, she saw that it was eight o’clock. She sighed in frustration realizing he was probably in town at a bar with her new stepmother Alison, Al for short is what she had told Madison when they met. She didn’t care what they were doing though; at least she was alone so they couldn’t bother her with a game of Scrabble or cards. When she realized that they would not be back until midnight; she got out of bed and wandered downstairs and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge she saw that they were out of peanut butter.
‘Great,’ she thought rolling her eyes while turning away to stare at the television that had the News on mute. Reaching for the controller, she switched it over to MTV; the only thing the television is good for. Viva la Bam was on, up next was Wild Boys.
“Can’t wait,” she thought happily taking out of a cupboard the Oreos despite the lack of peanut butter.
Removing the wrapping, she placed the Oreos into a Tupperware bowl and walked over to the over stuffed chair in front of the T.V and took a seat. Getting bored of Viva la Bam and not wanting to watch re-runs of Wild Boys, she scrolled up towards MTV 2 and punched the select button. Daria was on, the second best thing on MTV. About to watch Daria go on a camping trip, she heard a tap. It was a quick tap then a series of long ones. Frowning, she got up and looked around. It was coming from the garage. She took two steps towards the door and opened it, bracing herself for what she would find. To her surprise, all that greeted her was the Jet Ski and her cat, Puss.
“Was it you who was making the noise?” she asked the cat as it curled itself around Madison’s leg.
Picking up the cat, Madison heard a shuffle of feet and then a slam of the door. Turning around quickly, she let the cat drop out of her hands and saw that the garage door was now closed leaving her outside. Reaching for the doorknob, she turned it briskly and hurried into the kitchen. She saw nothing, only the blowing of the curtains from the open door that led out back towards the deck. Madison walked quickly to the open doors and walked outside, the late night seagulls greeting her with squawking and the roar of the ocean waves in the distance. A silver like fish jumped out of the waves, moonlight shining down on its long fin. Only a few seconds of air and then it plunged back into the water with a splash.
Madison must have fell asleep on the couch because when she woke, it was still nighttime, her parents still not back yet. She checked the digital clock on the T.V that read one thirty. One thirty? She had only been sleeping for about four hours. Getting up, she accidentally knocked the bowl of Oreos onto the floor making crumbs spill onto the beige carpet. Cursing silently, she moved away from the mess and up stairs to her bedroom. The window was still open, curtain still blowing, her bed sheets still rumpled; only on the floor there was a trace of sand. “What is happening to me?” she asked herself while bending down to feel the grain. Picking up a hand full, she went over to the window and let the sand filter out of her hand and onto the roof while being brushed away by the wind. Madison looked up towards the sky with the moon hanging high in the darkness, the only light. Looking away, she saw a figure standing below her window. ‘That boy,’ she instantly thought.
Sticking one leg over the edge of the window and then sliding out, she crab crawled down the roof. Her boxers must have caught on a nail because as she continued, she felt them ripping. Frustrated, she reluctantly continued down the roof and caught his attention as she stumbled towards the drainpipe. He looked up, staring at her.
“What are you doing out here?” she called out towards him.
He didn’t say anything only took a step forward into the spotlight, his clothes soaking. “Why are you so wet?” she asked.
He didn’t respond. Irritated, she stood up and jumped down from the roof, landing on her feet. She had had much practice at making that jump, especially over the previous summers when she would sneak out. He was staring at her now as she rose up, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
He shook his head and stepped away from her, back into the shadows.
“Do you want some clothes to change into? You’re soaking,” she drifted off as she walked closer to him, feeling his wet shirt that was dripping onto her toes. He must have understood because he followed her into the house.
“Stay here,” she instructed, leaving him in the living room. Rummaging quickly through her father’s drawers, she pulled out a pair of cut off khakis and plain white tank top much like the one she was wearing even thought they were going to be a little bit big on the boy. Taking them into her hand, she grabbed a bottle of cologne because he had the faint smell of ocean on him.
“Here,” she said handing him the pile of clothes and cologne. She showed him where the bathroom was and then took a seat on the couch to wait on him. She wondered if he was the one who was in her house earlier, but then why would he want to be? He could have just come to her door but she guessed that he was shy seeing as he wouldn’t talk to her when she asked him the questions. Almost drifting off to sleep, she heard the doorknob rattle and it jerked her awake as he walked out, holding the cologne bottle in his hand. He handed it to her and stood there, wondering if he should go or not.
“Do you have a place to stay?” she asked him while staring at his dark features that made him look to be around eighteen, three years older than her. Her eyes skimmed his face: smooth skin, black tapered hair that went to his ears, tall and skinny, eyes blue. Stating more closely at his eyes, she saw that they were blue green, the color of the ocean. She couldn’t help staring, but his answer broke her gaze.
“Yes,” he replied, his voice soft.
“Where?” she asked, her own chocolate brown eyes drifting up towards his eyes again.
“A ways,” he stepped away and directed his attention towards the pictures on the table as if sensing her stare.
“Would you want to stay here?”
“I-I don’t know…I-” he was interrupted though as the garage door opened and in stepped her father and stepmother. She turned quickly towards them, trying to think of some quick explanation of why a boy she didn’t know was standing in their house, but as she turned back towards him, she saw that he was not there while a pile of water soaked into her socks.
Groggily getting out of bed the next morning, she found a note taped to her dresser drawers. Taking it off, she skimmed it quickly. The loopy handwriting of her stepmother said that she and her dad were going out to look a new carpet for the basement downstairs that they were renovating into a guest bedroom and ‘play room’. Lucky for them to be gone yet a second time, she pulled out a pair of worn boys bathing suit trunks and spaghetti strap tank top. Getting dress quickly, she slipped into a pair of low rise Converse and hurried downstairs while grabbing the house key that sat on the white ceramic counter in the kitchen. She usually didn’t eat breakfast so she walked into the garage while pressing the red button for it to open. Taking off the cover of the Jet Ski rapidly, she set it down and pulled it out of the garage and into the bright sun light. She pulled on a life jacket while grabbing the key to the Jet Ski along with the house key then pulled it the rest of the way into the water. Madison quickly got on and started it, while revving the engine and turning the steering wheel, she directed it towards the ocean. The waves were bumpy and she flew over them so fast that her bottom hurt. Standing up now so that she wouldn’t bounce so much, she speeded towards the lighthouse that sat on the rocks at the far end of the coastline. As she jerked it around to do a full circle, it started to tip. Her breath seemed to escape her while she tried to get it to straighten it up, but she was too weak and it crashed into the water. Water surrounded her as she fell in, the Jet Ski pulling her under as it sat on the water belly up. Trying to reach the surface, she couldn’t because of the chain that held the key was stuck in the ignition. She squirmed under the Jet Ski while trying to pull the key out, her breath rushing from her lungs while she tried to fight her way to the top as water spilled into her mouth. She gave it one last pull, trying to get the key out, but she couldn’t and she soon blacked out while the water swallowed her.
She awoke to the sound of waves crashing and water slipping under her clothes. Sitting up, she noticed that it was still dark out and she was alone lying on the beach wondering what happened. She looked around, looking for some kind of sign that would tell her how she had ended up on the beach and not at the bottom of the ocean dead. Madison got up, brushing away the sand that stuck to her clothes and walked towards the shadowy figure at the end of the beach. As she neared it, she realized that it was the boy. He turned and looked at her, wide eyed like she had disturbed him. “Hey,” she said sitting down on the sand with him following. “You saved me didn’t you?” she asked him.
He nodded and she looked over at him, the same clothes she had given him stuck to his body from water. She looked closer, and noticed a red patch of skin on his back. “How did you get that?” she motioned towards the scaly part of his body. “A burn.”
“Oh, is it okay?”
“Yes,” he replied, as she looked closer, reaching out to touch it. She looked up at him as a shiver ran through him, while keeping her hand on his shoulder still stroking the patch of rough skin. While keeping her eyes on his, she bent down and kissed it, while slowly stroking his back she pulled away and moved her mouth to his. He seemed shocked as she kissed him, moving her hand down his back. He was much older than her, but seemed so inexperienced. She pulled away and looked into his eyes, those blue green eyes staring at her, almost through her. Madison smiled as he made an attempt to kiss her again and slowly moved forward so that his mouth was fully on hers. She moved her hand towards his hair feeling it’s wetness while pulling him to the sand. Kissing him unhurriedly, she moved her hand to his collarbone and to his cheek, feeling its coolness. He reached up and stroked her hair out of her face while trailing kisses down her neckline. Feeling brave, she reached for his pants, but he stopped her by brining her hand back towards his face, “Enjoy the moment,” he whispered.
Pulling away from him, she searched his face for any sign of jokiness, but saw none. He was serious that he didn’t want to go that far with her, not now. He bent down and continued to kiss her, while thoughts swarmed in her head, one in particular, ‘Who is this boy?’
She pulled away and looked at his face, his eyes still closed. He opened them and looked at her as if asking what was wrong. “What’s your name?” she asked as she stood up, slowly backing away.
“Salem,” he replied.
“Oh,”
“Yes. It’s a family name…” he drifted off clearly not wanting to discuss his family any more. “I-I better go.” She stuttered backing away from him while he rose up, “What’s wrong?” he asked reaching for her hand, it felt icy cold.
“I-I can’t be here.” She pulled away and hurried up the grassy sand dunes and up to the beach house, leaving him alone in the darkness.
i am such a rubbish writer compared to every1 on here. i hate being so stupid! how did u get so good?
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