Into the Blue

Evelyn is a surfer who lives in the sunny state of California. As she is preparing for nationals, she puts all of her heart, mind and soul into focusing on trying to win and get sponsored, but hits a small bump in the road. On top of that, when teaching surf lessons she meets some boys that only complicate things a little more. Life isn't meant to be perfect and she knows she will soon have to make a choice. Be with the boy that has transformed her life forever, or stick with surfing, the thing that has made her who she is.


2. Suit shopping

I drove up to Tami's apartment. She lived about 20 minutes away and we were going shopping for new suits today. She had placed second and regional's and was coming to nationals with me. I texted her saying I was here and in a few minutes she came out. Pink skinny jeans, a floral tank, grey toms and of course her perfect naturally straight blond hair. She smiled walking up to my car.

"Can I tell you how much I love you mustang?" she said hopping in.

"Its the best car around!" I said laughing, which we both knew was a total joke. I did love my car, but I had done so much work on it to keep it alive that it would have been cheaper just to sell it. But I liked it too much to sell it.

We drove to the mall talking about how sad we were that Rachel wasn't coming with us to nationals. She had just barley missed getting third because on her last run, she only scored a 6.3. Instead of her, we got to go with Amber. If there was any one I would like to call a bitch, it would be her. She would always tell us that we weren't that good, and we would just show her our medals. That would shut her up for a while, until she would comment on our swim suits being ugly, or having weird looking boards... or what ever she could come up with. We knew it was just jealousy, but it was still annoying. Definitely not someone I was looking forward to seeing.

We got to the mall and went to our favorite surf store, Rip Curl. It was my dream to get sponsored by them. Free swimsuits, get in advertisements, a new board whenever wanted, and getting huge support for doing the thing I loved most. I grabbed some tribal bikinis, while Tami got some floral ones. We went into the dressing rooms and I started trying on a suit.

"Evy you know what I just realized?" Tami said from the room next to me.


"We need boyfriends this summer" she said.

"HA" I let out sarcastically. We both came out and she was smiling from ear to ear.

"Yes. Boyfriends." she said doing a funny dance.

"No" I said stubbornly

"Um.. why?" she said.

"Tam we are surfing almost 30 hours a week. We don't have time for boyfriends."

"That still leaves 138 hours for the rest of the week" she said putting her hands on her hips.

"And I just got a new job! Plus you know my experiences with boys Tami." I said looking down at my feet then at the wall. Basically looking anywhere to avoid eye contact. Yes I was like the classic teenage girl that had gotten hurt once and now was scared to put myself out there again. I had always told myself those girls were just acting and being selfish; but when I got put into the situation, I was crushed and I now think that every boy is the same. 

"Every. One. Gets. Hurt." she said walking over and grabbing my shoulders. "You'll never learn how to swim unless you dive head first."

"Stop it. That was way to cheesy to handle." I said pushing her away laughing and going back into the changing room.

"How cheesy?" She asked laughing.

"I'd say a good chunk of mozzarella."

"No wonder we don't have boyfriends." she added. "By the way I liked that swimsuit!" she yelled. I just laughed and rolled my eyes.

After shopping there we went to Roxy and Forever 21. By the time we were done, we each had at least 4 new suits and some cute shorts. We got out money from teaching surfing lessons, plus some from winning competitions, and a few photo shoots here and there. But that wouldn't happen often because the photographers usually got annoyed with how silly we would act. And if it wasn't any of those things, then we were practicing. As I drove us to Tami's, my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen. Mark our coach was calling.

"Really Mark?" I asked.

"the one day we have off and he still has to call us." Tami moaned.


"Evelyn! Hey I have a group of boys that want some lessons."

"Tell me something I don't know." I said. I was not in the mood to get a group. Let alone boys. "How many?" I asked.

"There is seven." I rolled my eyes. I hated doing groups bigger than 4. It got hard to keep everyone's attention. "and they were hoping to do the 3 week long program." he added. I sighed. I couldn't turn down that offer. That was the best way to get money and I needed it to help pay for nationals, plus the bills... and I was starting to regret buying the swimsuits. Its not that I loved shopping, but I loved getting new clothes. Especially suits. But I would be fine. Just as long as I did good at Nationals. But that would also be hard to try and practice and do lessons. I mean, I had done it before, but never before nationals.

"What time?" I asked.

"You start tomorrow at 10." he said. Alright guess I don't even have a choice.

"One sec." I looked over at Tami who was glued to her phone. "Lessons, 3 weeks, 7 boys, 10 am, you in?" I asked.

"Sure! but I have to leave at 11:30." she said pulling a face.

"Your going to leave me with 7 boys for a half an hour?" I asked.

"I'm sorry! I have to babysit my neighbors kids for a month."

"You're kidding."

"Tell me about it. But they pay good money! I need it, my rent has gone up." she said whining.

"Fine." I said turning back to the wheel. "Mark? We're in."

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