*May 26, 2011 ~ 11:30 AM*
I woke up at 11:30 in the morning. I'm still tired because, well, we had a long flight. I know from LA to Hawaii was probably short, but it felt like it took forever. I groaned as I got out of bed, stretching as I walked towards the bathroom with an outfit and a towel in my hands.
After my shower, I changed into my swimsuit, some basketball shorts and a tank top. Normally, I'd wear a cute outfit, but today's my lazy day. I'm a tomboy, but I wear cute outfits just to please my mother. Otherwise, I'd wear basketball shorts and T-shirts all day long.
I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and walked out of the rental beach house with my sunglasses covering my face. As I walked along the beach, I noticed Tori was talking to a guy at a shack. I rolled my eyes. She always talks to guys then expects me to date them the next day. Yeah, uh, no. I'm not the kind of girl who gets with a guy she just met. Matter of fact, I don't get with guys at all. I don't understand them. It's like they're of another world. I've never been in a relationship and I probably never will.
I walked over to Tori and sat on a stool next to her. She turned to face me and elbowed my arm.
Tori: Finally you woke up.
Me: Shut it.
Tori: Just saying.
Me: Who's that guy you were talking to earlier?
Tori: His name's Dylan. He's the bartender.
Me: Do you like him?
Tori: Somewhat. He's not as cute as Logan, though.
Me: Can you stop thinking about him? He has a girlfriend, you know.
Tori: I know.
Me: We're here to clear our minds, not...
I trailed off when I noticed her gaze on something behind me. I turned around and noticed a guy looking at me. He had golden brown hair, wearing black Ray Bans and a pair of white swimming trunks with a pattern on them. I looked at Tori.
Me: Who's that?
Tori: I don't know, but I think he likes you.
I turned back around and he was gone.
?: Looking for me?
I spun around so fast I fell off my seat. I groaned as I struggled to get up. I looked up at the guy, noticing he was biting his lip. He was probably trying not to laugh.
?: You okay?
I pushed myself off the ground, dusting the sand off of me.
Me: Yeah, I'm fine.
I looked at him, his hand out in front of me.
?: I'm Justin.
I took his hand in mine, shaking it.
Justin: Pretty name.
I dropped my hand from his, my cheeks growing hot. He chuckled as he walked away.