A surfer, one of the hardest stereotypical expectations to live up to. Everyone expects you to say "rad duudee" and talk like your almost senseless. Bailey changes it all once she meets Samuel, who did live up to the stereotypical expectation. A highschool dropout who decides to live his life on sardines and a broken surfboard. The two connect in many ways until they realize who they really are.

Cover Credits: NightShade creepypasa


5. Chapter 3

I sit in my room, staring out at the window staring at whatever it is that makes me think about being rude to Samuel. I can't really tell what I'm staring at, my eyes aren't focused so they capture a blur scenery. 

"MOM!", I yell still focusing my eyes on the blur. "Yes?!", she says muffled in between coughs. I get up and walk across the hall into the kitchen where I see her fanning the light grey clouds of smoke with a rag. "Mom, what are you cooking", I laugh and cough. "Open the doors", she laughs with me. I open the front door which reveals the screen door, the kitchen window above the sink, and the back door out into the patio. "What were you trying to make?", I sit on the stool at the island counter. "Well...I TRIED making stuffed chicken roast but...order some pizza, I'll make apple smoothies", she sighs and cough, throwing the dishrag in the sink. "Cheese?", I look up from my phone. "Yeah and some sides..sides that will make me happy", she fans the air with hands and walks into the living room. 

"So how was your day?", turns the tv on and throws me the remote. "Ehhish", I say turning the tv off. "Ooh, ehhish sounds like you need an apple", she throws me the apple scraps as she cuts the apples up for the smoothie. Alot of people wouldn't tell their moms all of this 'information' because they would think its getting in their 'business'. My mom is ALL I really have besides my only friend at school Zayden. So we tell each other everything and make sure everyone is comfortable with it. 

"Okay so, I went to the beach like I always do in the morning to surf right", I chew on the apple scraps. "No one is ever there, it's too early", she continues peeling the apples. "But today, someone was there! It's a boy, his name is Samuel, he likes sardines, and his hair is like at his neck", I say with my eyes glowing from the apples, atleast I think it's from the apples. 

   "A boy, Samuel, surfer, sardines, long he insecure?", She stops peeling . "Very!", I laugh "and you know I don't tell my mentor  anything! But I told Samuel everything about my dad, about us", I stuff apple scrappings into my mouth to prevent me from speaking. "Invite him over", She throws me more scrappings. "No way, I don't even know him", I say freezing up. "Yeah but you totally told him about your whole life, next week dinner, us", she pours water into the blender. 

"Well, I think I should apologize for calling him an idiot...I kind of freaked out after I told him", I shrug my shoulders.

 I bite on the scrap nervously then my fingers twiddle to a random beat in my head. 

Me: Hey um...sorry? Not all men are cruel like I thought. I kind of freaked out after telling you.

InsecureBoy🤦🏻‍♀️🏄🏻: Forgiven. But I told you Sardines, see ya tomorrow? 

    "Wow from Princess to Sardines, typical surfer", I click my tongue as I think to myself. 

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