Riding The Wave

I'm your typical Malibu Barbie as some people call me. I live my life travelling around, and basically surfing. However, after my mom passes away surfing becomes difficult for me, the typical summer drama comes up, and I begin to feel lost within myself. I feel like I won't be able to live through this summer, until I finally let Harry get to me...


20. Part 20

The next couple weeks, I couldn’t even see the daylight, let alone try and learn to surf again. I mean, not that I wanted to anyway. I would say these two weeks gave me time to think, but I couldn’t even do that; it hurt too much.

“How are you feeling; any better?” Harry asked me one morning. He had been staying at our house for the past two weeks to make sure I had everything since he knew Jake wouldn’t do it.

“Yeah…I hope I get cleared today.”

“Are you going to try surfing if you get cleared?”

“Probably not.” Harry frowned and I could only shrug. He bit on his lip, signifying that he wanted to say something but decided not to.

“Well…you should get ready so we can get to the doctors. I’ll treat you to ice-cream if you get cleared.”

“Okay, thanks.” Harry helped me out of bed and I started to get ready while Harry waited downstairs. I knew things were getting tense around here since my mom died. I could also see it in mine and Harry’s relationship. It wasn’t normal. We really didn’t do much together we just classified each other as our boyfriend or girlfriend. My dad didn’t call to check in on us, Jake came home more nights drunk then ever…if he even came home that night, and my friends have been acting differently around me. I wanted to be treated normally, but how do you ask for that when everything around you is falling apart?

“Are you ready to go?” Harry asked me, knocking on my door. I jumped and walked over to my door to open it.

“Yeah, sorry.” Harry gave me a half smile and took my hand, leading me to the car. He drove us both to the doctor so we could find out if I would get cleared or not.


“Bethany?” I looked up from my lap. “Are you ready?” I nodded and followed the nurse to the examining room with Harry close behind me. “Alright, I just have to take your temperature and everything and I’ll leave the rest to the doctor.”

“Sounds good.” I whispered as the nurse did what she had to do with me. After she was done, she walked out, leaving the files.

“Are you nervous?” Harry asked me. I shook my head, looking back down at my lap.

“No…I’ll be okay.” Harry kissed my head, making me smile at him. It was nice having someone there for you through everything. It felt like I had some support; like I had something when everything and everyone was leaving.

“Hello there Bethany.” Dr. Kristen said, walking in.

“Hi.” I whispered.

“Alright, shall we get on with this concussion test?”

“Yes please.” She smiled at me and asked Harry to leave. He nodded, walked out, and we started the test.

“Alright well…I’m going to say that you’re back to normal and you can go back to surfing and being a normal teenager.” Dr. Kristen said after the test was finished. I smiled, thanked her, and walked back out to Harry. We put the co-pay on my dad’s tab and walked back out to the car.

“So did you get cleared?”

“Yeah…I did.”

“That’s good; so do you want ice-cream?”

“That would be nice.”

“Okay; do you want to drive, or me?” I giggled and held my hand out.

“Me; I don’t know what state of mind I’ve been in for the past two weeks, letting you drive my car.”

“I don’t either.” Harry said, laughing. I smiled for the first time in two weeks as I drove us to the beach so we could walk to the boardwalk for ice-cream.  

When we got there, I saw Mel with all the guys. I waved but they barely waved back. The only people who waved back were the people Harry was living with.

“What’s up with them?” I asked, looking up at Harry.

“I guess they just miss you.” Harry shrugged, looking just as clueless as me.

“Well then wouldn’t you think they would come running?”

“I don’t know; things here are different then things back in England.” I giggled as we continued to the counter to order.

After we ordered, we walked back outside and say down at one of the tables. I missed being outside so I wanted to spend a lot of time in the sun. July was more than half over and I was pale as anything, thanks to my concussion.

“What do you want to do after this?” Harry asked me as we ate our ice-cream.

“I’ll probably run home and, change, and come back out to tan.” Harry snorted and I gave him a weird look. “What was that?”

“Are you even going to try and surf again?”


“Don’t you think you’re mom would want you to?” At this comment I took my ice-cream and threw it at Harry.

“Fuck you. You don’t even know my mom.” I stood up and practically ran back to my house.



I picked her ice-cream off me and threw it out. My face was red with anger and I could feel it bubbling in me. I made a stupid comment, but it needed to be said. If her mom was anything like she had described, her mom would want her in the water…not moping over her death.

“What was that about?” Mel asked, walking up to me and sitting where Bethany had sat only two seconds before.

“I brought up her mom and she didn’t like it…” I sighed, looking at her as she ran up to her house.

“Why do you think we’re all keeping our distance? We know what she’s like when she’s angry.”

“Don’t you think she needs you?”

“What are you talking about? She’s been with you all this time.”

“That’s because her best friend left her; you aren’t any better.” I got up then, threw out what was left of my ice-cream and walked back to the house, not wanting to be around anyone anymore. All Bethany needed was someone to confide in, and her friends left her and she’s pushing me away; how exactly do you fix someone who does that?  

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