Offshore🏄🏽‍♀️ *Completed*

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.

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10. Chapter 8


  I really can't think straight at the moment, my mom thinks we should go home. Too much of this can lead to depression, maybe so much depression I won't even want to go surfing. Samuel overloads me with texts, asking if I'm okay because apparently Zayden is on the news. I can't text him back right now though, I'll call him later.

  I go into Zaydens room to hug him before we go. "Be safe okay? Don't let Samuel hurt you, tell him I said I'm watching him", he holds my hand, his feel so rough against my skin. His are cold ashy and dry. "Zayden, he's just like my only friend besides you..I can take care of myself. You becareful okay?", I say hugging him. "Bye baby, I'll be back before you know it", my mom hugs him and we leave. 

  I decide to drive with my mom, I'll come with her tomorrow to get my car. I'm too sad to drive, it's to much to deal with. "You should probably call Samuel?",She looks at me. "Yeah, when we get home..", I quietly say. "He's gonna be fine Bailey, I don't want you to see him until he gets a little bit better, I'll send Samuel to get your car tomorrow you need to get some rest", she says. 

   Wait what? Why is Samuel getting my car? I can get my own car, I don't need him for everything. "We're just friends mom, Samuel and I", I simply say. "I know, but he's offered to help", she pulls into the house. Immediately I get out and rush into my shower, I need to get that nasty hospital stench off of me. I throw on a maroon top and my black sweat pants then pull my hair up into a beyond messy bun. 

   "Mom! I'm ordering pizza", I softly yell. I pick out some movies to watch while I eat pizza but until then I need to call Samuel. 

   "Hello", he answers shocked. "Umm...hi", I clear my throat. "How is he", Samuel asks seeming worried about Zayden. "He's okay, umm some people came by...there putting him on house arrest. Apparently he faked his files?", I struggle to speak, because it doesn't seem real. It all seems like a dream. "What?!", he says. "Could we talk about something else", tears form in my eyes, it doesn't blur my vision yet.  "Yeah, so umm your car..hows the radio?", he says.   "Your asking me about the radio of my car?", I laugh. 

  We just go on talking and talking about random things like school, and how he dropped out, pets, surfing, earthquakes, tornados and more. 

    "PIZZA HERE GOTTA GO", I yell into the phone and run out of my room to the door. Talking to Samuel gets my mind off of things, I'm hardly thinking about Zayden. "Thank you", I take the pizza from the guy and tip him $5. 
    "Can I take two slices before you stuff your entire face?", My mom chuckles handing me a bag of warm apple crust. "Mm.. they didnt burn", I smell them. This is probably the only think she can cook besides microwaveables that she burns all the time.

    We share our food and I go into my room with the pizza box and a bottle of orange soda. Time to binge watch old movies and eat until I fall asleep. Samuel texts me asking which parking lot my car is in. I respond by saying: I honestly don't know, its near the emergency room, my isurf sticker is on the back, you'll notice it. 


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