What am I gonna do with my Saturday? It's sunny outside, the air is warm. But it's always warm in Honolulu, Hawaii. I take a quick shower. When I get out, I draw on the mirror that is currently fogged up from how hot my shower was. I want to go to the beach, which is not hard for me. I live on the beach. There are a lot of homes on the beach, so I have many neighbors. My home is quite small, but that doesn't bother me. It's just me living here. I put on my yellow bikini, my favorite color, my favorite bikini, and I walk out the back door and down the stairs. Sometimes I wish I would have bought a house without stilts, so I wouldn't have to walk all the way down these stairs. I realize I forgot my beach bag. I run back inside and grab it on glass table that sits in front of my gray couch. I walk out of the door again. When I reach the bottom of the steps, I fall. Everything comes flying out of my bag. Tanning lotion, my headphones, my lunch box that has my broccoli celery, peanut butter, and my water bottle. As I am about to get up, I see a hand grab for me.
“Whoa there clumsy, you good?” the boy with the long, blonde hair asks. It takes me a minute to realize that he wants me to answer him. This man is beautiful, like I could probably look up beautiful surfer models, and this man will pop up. He looks at me with dark eyes, like almost black. “Yes, I'm okay.” I say, I'm so embarrassed. He helps me up and then instantly puts everything back in my bag and hands it to me. “You going swimming?” he asks, trying to make small talk, but, duh, I'm going swimming. Look at me; I have a bathing suit on, with a beach bag. He is beautiful, but he really knows how to state the obvious. “Sure am,” I say. “I'm Lane, I just moved in next door,” he says as he runs his hand through his beachy hair. “Hi, I'm Bella.” “Well you know bell means beauty, which fits perfect for you.” He smiles, then winks. Oh my goodness, did he just call me beautiful? Stay cool, stay calm. Don't smile too much. “Thanks,” I say. In the distance near his house, some other guy, who looks like he is Lane’s age shouts, but I can barely see him. “Lane, come on bro!” “I'm coming, jeez.” Lane looks back at me and says “I gotta go, but it was nice to meet you.” He smiles, but doesn't wait for me to respond before he starts running to his house. I hear him shout on his way there “Catch ya later, clumsy.” I don't know why, but this makes me smile. The sun is about to go down, it's about six, and I have walked pretty far from my house, so I start heading home. I climb up the stairs, and walk in the front door. I began to feel hungry, so I walk to the fridge. As I’m looking at the contents, it hits me. I want sushi. I get my keys and hop into my yellow, two door jeep. As I'm backing up, I look in my rear view mirror, and I almost hit someone. I get out of the car and I realize who I almost ran over. “Hey there, clumsy. You should watch what you’re doing more often, I mean you almost hit me with your car. I think I can sue you,” he says with a laugh. “I don't think you can because I didn't actually hit you,” I say. “Okay, I'll forget that any of this ever happened, if...” he trails off. “If what?” I ask, firmly. “If you go to this party that my brother is throwing tonight. You know, the one that yelled for me earlier,” he says, smiling. I want to say yes, but I know his type. He gets what he wants because he is beautiful. He is a heartbreaker. “Sorry, but I was about to leave,” I say. He starts walking, and as I get into my car, he's already in the passenger seat. He smiles and asks, “Alright, where are we going?” “I'm going to get sushi, and you have a party to attend,” I say with a firm voice. The more I look at him, the more I see how beautiful he is. His eyes are very dark, but when you look close, they start to glisten. His mouth has lines around it, from where he smiles so much. He has a very beautiful smile. “I'm down for sushi,” he laughs. “Won't you miss the party?” I ask. “There will be many more parties, but I may never get the chance to get hit by a car and get sushi with a beautiful girl again.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “I’ll probably come close to hitting you with my car again one day,” I laugh. “It would be an honor to get hit with your car, clumsy.” He smiles sweetly. “Stop calling me that,” I respond. “Show me you aren’t clumsy and I'll stop,” He says with a wink. “Ughh, okay. Put your seatbelt on.” On the way there, I let him pick the music. We pull into the sushi place, and he steps out of the car. We walk in, order our food, and the a lovely old lady comments “aww, y’all make such a cute couple!” And she smiles dearly. She must be like seventy, she's so colorful. Her outfit doesn't necessarily match, but I guess when you’re that old, the rules don't really matter. “Oh we’re not-” “Thank you!” Lane cuts me off with a smile, and the lovely lady walks away. I look at him with a confused grin. “What?” “You let that lady believe we’re dating.” “Oh, that wouldn't be so bad. I mean, I think I'm a pretty cool fella.” Thankfully, the waitress comes over with our food. On our way home, he tells me a lot about himself. He asks about me, but I don't really care to tell him anything, mainly because I don't know this guy. There's a lot going on with me that he doesn't need to know. His parents didn't fully support him and his brother moving here, they wanted to get away from California. Of course he would be from California, look at him. We pull into my driveway. “You down for night swimming?” he asks. “I think I'll pass, I have had too much of you today.” I smile. “Oh come on, I'm not that bad to look at.” He smirks. He is correct, he is a very beautiful man. “Night.” I wave as I walk up my stairs. “Goodnight, clumsy,” he yells as he walks toward his house. I wake up, realizing this was all a dream. My mom walks into my room saying, “Honey it's time to wake up.” “Yes ma’am.” I get out of bed, and get ready. On the way to school, my mom asks me the same question she asks every morning: “Any nightmares?” I've been having nightmares for the past year, my therapist says it's due to bad thoughts. Personally, I think it's because I'm heartbroken. But what do I know? It's only my body and mind. “No ma’am.” What I don't say is, now I'm dreaming about the boy that broke my heart, and replaying our story in my dreams. Maybe this time him and I will end differently.
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