teenage_dreemer

The Beach House
                                       
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The Beach House
                                       
~Chapter 6~
I ran to the beach house and curled up on the chair.
I didn't want to think about these things.
Pulling my knees up to my chest, I took deep breaths.
Crying was weak, I will not cry.
I glanced up at the shelf with all my surfing trophies on, and the pictures with my dad.
That was when we were happy, before everything happened.
My pink and yellow surf board was taunting me in the corner.
Everything about this place was exactly the same as it was when I left California 6 years ago, but it didn't have the same happy feel about it anymore.
Too much had happened.
I took off my shorts and looked at my scars.
They were disgusting.
They took up most of my upper thighs and were a constant reminder of what happened.
I thought I'd moved on, completely forgotten, but it was frightening how easy everything just came flooding back.
I ran my thumb over the picture of my dad and I after I won the under 11's surfing championship.
It was the photo Tyler had accidentally smashed the first time I met him.
I still remember that day in the photo so well.
I remember the sensation of my heart stopping when my score came through from my surf.
I remember how my dad had ran up to me and hugged me tightly yelling 'you did it!'
I also remember how I looked him dead in the eyes and told him 'no dad, we did it!'
I can still see the flashing cameras, and the crowds of people just hoping to catch a glimpse of my trophy.
Suddenly I heard the door to the beach house opening and I saw Tyler walk in looking a little panicked.
"There you are. Where did you go? Have you been crying?" He asked all in one go.
"Oh um I just needed to come here quickly." I replied.
Then his eyes flicked down to my thighs, and I saw his eyes bulge.
I gasped and scrambled around trying to find my shorts but I couldn't find them.
"What happened to you?!" Tyler asked, alarmed.
"Just help me find my shorts." I pleaded.
"They're right here." He picked them up.
"Thanks." I mumbled, but just as I reached for them, he held them out of my reach.
"Kendal, tell me what happened to you." He demanded.
"No Tyler give me back my shorts now!" I cried.
This was one of the worst moments of my life.
I'd always managed to hide my scars.
Even people like Samantha Jones had never really seen them.
People knew they were there but they'd never actually looked at them.
Tyler was the first person besides my parents to have seen them.
"I'll give them back once you explain." He ordered.
I grabbed a blanket from the chair and wrapped it around my thights.
Sobbing from humiliation, I sprinted out.
I ran down the beach and right to my dads house.
I locked myself in the bathroom and cried.
It's a good thing my dad's house was huge, otherwise my father would've heard my outburst.
I can't believe Tyler would do that.
I thought he was a nice guy.
No, no one is trustworthy.
"Kendal! I'm going out to the grocery store! Can you make a start on the dinner?" My father shouted.
So fixing myself in the mirror and platering on a fake smile, I walked downstairs pretending like my whole summer wasn't completely ruined.

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The Beach House
                                       
~Chapter 5~
The beach was crowded.
I guess it was only the beginning of summer and everyone still had that 'summer buzz' that would die down in a while, but it was still annoying how I could hardly find a space to sit.
Placing my towel down on one of the only empty spots, I stripped to my bikini, leaving on my shorts and sat down.
I pulled out my book and found the page I'd bookmarked, and started reading.
I don't know how long I was reading for, but as I turned a page, something caught my eye.
I looked up to see Tyler sitting on my towel, staring at me intently.
Not expecting it, I jumped back from the shock.
Breathing hard and laughing with relief, I layed down panting.
"T-tyler, you scared me." I laughed.
"Sorry." He chuckled.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, still trying to catch my breath.
"Lifeguard, remember? One of my many amazing jobs." He joked.
I looked down to see he was indeed wearing red lifeguard swimming trunks.
"You're slacking aren't you? Shouldn't you be sitting up there, looking out?" I teased, nodding towards the white, tall chair that had been abandoned.
"I just wanted to come and see you." He smiled.
I smiled back, and sat on my knees.
"Woah, look at those tan lines. You should really take off your shorts or you're going to have some weird marks."
I felt sick, I couldn't take them off... everyone would see the scars...
"Oh, um I forgot my swimming bottoms." I quickly came up with an excuse.
"Oh, well then if I were you I'd consider staying in the shade for the rest of the day." Tyler winked.
"Thanks for the advice." I replied.
"So you gonna go for a swim?" He asked.
"Oh, I don't really like the sea much." I told him.
"How come?"
"Just reasons." I replied, not wanting to go into to much detail with someone I heardly knew.
He changed the subject, clearly seeing I didn't want to talk about it.
"Well I get off my shift in 20 minutes, want to go get some dinner?" He offered.
"Dinner? But It's only 2 in the afternoon." I said, confused.
"No, it's 5:30, that must be a really good book." He chuckled.
5:30?
I looked at my watch and he was right.
"Oh, well yeah sure, dinner sounds great." I smiled.
"Cool." He grinned, before running back to his chair and resuming postion.
I began to pack up my things, so we could go straight away when his shift ended.
"My my my, look who it is. Kendal, long time no see."
I looked up to see who it was, to see Samatha Jones standing infront of me.
I felt my stomach drop.
I used to go to school with her when I lived here.
I hadn't seen her in 6 years.
I never knew why, but it was always her job to make my life a living hell.
I looked down, and continued to pack away my things.
"So what brings you back to California? I doubt it's the surfing." She said maliciously.
"I can see you haven't changed." I mumbled under my breath.
"I also doubt it's because you wanted to see your dad, hmm?" She carried on.
I felt sick, all these memories I'd fought so hard to forget just came flooding back.
"What do you want?" I asked firmly.
"Oh nothing, just to come and say hello." She replied sarcastcally, "I also see you've taken interest in my Tyler. Word of advice, stay away."
"Your Tyler? That's funny, seeing as he's never mentioned you once." I countered, "And I already have a boyfriend."
She scoffed, "He must have very low standards."
"Well I would love to stay and chat, but I have places to go." I replied sarcastically.
"Where? The sea?" She asked sarcatically.
I decided to let it go and walk away, even though I was close to tears.
"Oh and Kandal? One last thing." I turned around to face her, "How are the scars now? Still as big as they were 6 years ago? Horrific accident, maybe they'll fade... someday." She snapped.
I spun on my heel and walked away, swiping at the silent tears.

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The Beach House
                                       
~Chapter 4~
I walked along the pier, smiling as the atmosphere was electric.
Everything about this place just radiated fun.
All the stalls with the prizes, the little kids running round with their roll of tickets...
The smell of honey roasted peanuts and cotton candy filled my nose.
It was 10pm and the stars were out, making everything beautiful.
The screaming from people on rides was making me laugh.
I felt oddly peaceful, watching everything.
"Kendal!" Someone yelled my name, I turned, confused as I knew no-one here.
I spined round and felt the moronic grin stretch across my face at the sight of Tyler, working behind a stall.
I felt my legs walk forward of their own accord, I just seemed to gravitate towards him.
"Goodevening." He smiled, doing a bad English accent.
"Terrible impression." I winked.
He faked hurt, making me laugh.
"So you having fun?" He grinned.
"Yeah, it hasn't changed at all!" I had to shout to be heard over the noise.
"You wanna have a go? I'll give you this one for free." He winked.
"Sure." I laughed.
He handed me three darts and I had to try and pop balloons.
1 balloon popped - no prize.
2 balloons popped - small prize.
3 balloons popped - big prize.
I lined up my shot and threw the dart.
It missed completely, making Tyler roar with laughter.
"You want me to show you?" He teased.
I nodded, wanting to watch him miss.
He hopped over the counter and picked up a dart.
He aimed, and shot it perfectly.
"How?!" I asked.
"You do it like this." He placed a dart in my hand, then took my hand in his.
He slipped his arm around my waist to support me and I couldn't help notice the tingling sensation in my stomach.
My breath caught in my throat as he rested his chin on my shoulder to speak into my ear.
"The darts," His warm breath tickled my ear and neck, "Are weighted, so aim higher like this," He guided my hand up high, "Pull back... and release."
The balloon popped.
He let go of me immediately.
Had we just had a moment?
"Seeing as you're new here, I'll let you have a big prize anyway. So what will it be?" Tyler smirked.
"I'm not new, I'm just back for part 2." I joked, "And I'll take the tiger please."
"For you." He bowed, handing me the tiger.
"I'll name him Tigger." I beamed at my new toy.
"Tigger?" Tyler chuckled.
"Yeah, like from Winnie The Pooh?"
"You really are different." He smiled genuinly.
Different, you can say that again.
"I like being controversial, it makes life interesting." I smiled, examining my tiger.
I looked up and saw Tyler looking at me... proudly? Which was weird considering I hardly knew him.
A little girl of about 6 then walked up to the stall and handed over her tickets.
"And what's your name?" Tyler leant down to her level, beaming.
"Rachel." She answered timidly, in her high pitched voice.
"Thats a pretty name, mine's Tyler. How about we stand you up on the counter and you can have a go?" He asked.
The little girl nodded eagerly, her pig tails swishing from side to side.
Typer picked her up and swung her round in circles, making her giggle and scream, before standing her on the coutner and halping her throw the darts so she popped all 3 balloons.
Rachel clapped her hands in triumph and Tyler gave her a high five.
"So Rachel, what prize do you want?" He grinned.
"The big monkey!" She jumped up and down.
He gave it to her, his eyes excited.
"I'm going to name it Tyler, just like you!" She yelled, happily.
"You are?!" He faked shock.
She nodded her head eagerly before her mother came along smiling, and took her hand.
"Momma wants me to go to bed now but I'll be back tomorrow!" She giggled.
"It was nice to meet you Rachel!" He shouted.
I stood there, shocked.
He was great with kids, and that was the sweetest thing I'd ever seen in my life.
"What?" He asked, smirking.
"You just keep throwing surprises at me, don't you?" I smiled.


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The Beach House
                                       
~Chapter 3~
I hissed through my teeth as he pulled out a large piece of glass from my hand.
"Are you sure you know first aid?" My voice shook with fear.
"Yeah, I'm a lifeguard here at the beach." He explained, his brow furrowed as he tended to my damaged hands.
"It hurts." I wimpered.
"I know, I'm sorry." He appologised for the hundredth time.
"It's okay." I mumbled.
He gripped another big bit of glass with the first aid tweezers and gently tugged.
I screamed in pain and burst into tears.
He stopped immediately and looked so guilty.
"S-sorry." I sniffled.
He shifted uncomfortably.
"It's only my first proper day here and already I just want to go home." I tried to make a joke out of it, but there were truth in my words and I think he saw through that.
"I know, just let me get the glass out and then we can see if it needs stitches and whether you need to go to the hospital." He tried to calm me.
I took some deep breaths and gave him my hand again.
"I'll count to three." He suggested.
I nodded and placed my hand in his.
"One... Two..." He quickly yanked out the glass when I wasn't expecting it.
I gasped in shock.
"I feel sick." I told him, only half joking.
"I can only see one more tiny piece. It won't hurt a bit." He assured.
I nodded and closed my eyes and he tugged the last bit out.
He picked up some antiseptic and I took more deep breaths as the stinging was horrific.
"You'll need butterfly stitches which I have here, no hospital for you." He smiled.
"Thanks." I grumbled.
He stuck the stitches over the cuts and then bandaged my hands.
"There you go, nice and healthy. Give it a few days and you should see improvement."
"Thanks doc." I teased.
He laughed.
"So um.. yeah sorry for the whole beach house thing this morning." He appologised. "I won't stay there anymore."
"If you tell me why you stay there, I might let you continue staying?" I offered, genuinly intrigued as to why he stayed there.
He rolled his eyes as he took off his shirt, leaving himself in his lifeguard shorts.
I stripped to my bikini and sat crosslegged on the same towel as him.
"Lets just say I have some difficulties at home." He chuckled sarcastically.
"Yeah, you and me both, Buddie." I moaned in the same tone.
"Yeah? Worse than your Mom's new boyfriend moving in with you, who is the biggest jerk ever, and who can't stand you?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Well my parents divorced a long time ago. Something happened with my dad, I haven't spoken to him in 6 years and then my Mom sent me here to live with him for the summer."
He whistled lowly.
"That's... awkward."
"You can say that again." I grumbled.
"Why'd she send you here?" He asked.
"She doesn't like my boyfriend. I guess I have changed since I've been with him, y'know like staying out past curfew, dropping graded, and I got my nose pierced the other day for him... But I'd do anything for him." I smiled, remembering his face.
"Well he must be a lucky guy to have a girl who would literally do anything for him." He said appreciatively.
"He's great.. Most of the time. I mean sure he sometimes hooks up with other girls, but people do that right?" I smiled, trying to carry on the conversation.
Tyler looked like his eyes popped out his sockets.
"He hooks up with other girls?! Why are you with him?" He choked.
"Because I love him. Boys do that stuff, so it's okay." I reasurred him.
"Did he tell you that?" He questioned.
I nodded my head.
"Well he's a liar. And you can do so much better."

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The Beach House
                                       
~Chapter 2~
I looked out down the beach.
8am, the perfect time for surfing.
No one was around, it was peaceful.
I walked down to the end of the beach, a few miles down.
I then climbed up the huge rocks and then through the palm trees that grew there until I found it.
The Beach House.
My Dad had built it when I was small, we'd come here all the time.
It's where we used to keep all our old surfing gear, although now, it looked like it'd been deserted for years.
The memories came flooding back as I opened the doors.
The first thing I saw was my little old surf board.
It was pink, with a yellow stripe going down it, with a flower on the end.
I used to use that board for every competition I did, it was my good luck charm.
I ran my fingers along the shelf where all my trophies were, as were my dads.
All the pictures, all the medals, they all took me back to a time when I was part of a happy family.
I closed my eyes, and spun around 180 degrees, where I knew my favourite recliner chair would be.
I opened my eyes slowly.
There it was, the chair my father and I would cuddle up on after every competition.
There was a blanket slung over the top and it lookde like something was underneath.
Intriuged, I pulled off the cover, only to find a sleeping boy under!
I let out a piercing scream from the shock.
Imediately, the boy sprung up, looking round with bloodshot eyes, clearly thinking he was in danger.
His eyes rested on me, and he jumped a mile, banging his head on my trophy shelf, sending them flying everywhere.
I heard a smash, and I looked down to see my favourite photo ever had been smashed to pieces.
"Who are you?!" The boy yelled.
"Who am I?! Who are you?!" I sreamed back.
After all, he was the one in my beach house!
"Yeah, well I asked first!" He shouted.
"Well!" I angerd, "I'm the girl who this place belongs too! Now who are you?!"
He looked like he didn't believe me.
"No you're not! I've been coming here for months and never seen anyone before!"
"Maybe because I haven't been here in years!" I raged, how dare he!
He folded his arms, looking firm.
"You don't own this, now I was trying to sleep." He turned his back and collapsed back in the chair.
I was fuming.
I saw a bottle of water by the chair, obviously put there by him, so I grabbed it and emptied the contents onto his face.
He leapt up again and looked like he would punch me if I was a guy.
"You little..." He trailed off.
I grabbed the smashed photo, and pulled out the picture, cutting my hands on all the broken glass.
"See this?! ME and MY dad." I growled, shoving the picture into his chest for him to see.
He examined it.
"This." I picked up my little surfboard, "Is the surfboard I competed on when I was a kid. These." I kicked all the trophies that were on the floor, "Are all my wins."
He looked around the place, and then back at me.
I then suddenly realised he was the miserable guy last night from the pier.
And he was even hotter up close!
"So you're a surfer, huh?" He asked, softer.
"Oh, so now you're going for the 'nice guy' approach, seeing as you've been living in my beach house for the last few months?" I raised my eyebrow in disbelief.
"Not all the time, but it's nice here. Sorry, I thought it was abandoned." He explained.
"Well, it's a good thing I caught you and not my dad."
I saw the corner of his mouth twitch into an almost smile.
He bent down and began to pick up the trophies.
"I'm Tyler by the way." He introduced.
"Kendal." I said flatly.
"Well Kendal, it's nice to meet you. Now how about we take care of those hands? They look pretty cut up." He stated, examining them.

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The Beach House
                                       
~Chapter 1~
The familiar sound of the sea was filling my ears.
The familiar feeling of the sand between my toes was everywhere.
The familiar smell of the salty water filled my nose.
Everything about this place was all too familiar.
I used to love it here.
I remember surfing through the californian waves, and running down the pier.
It seemed like only yesterday that-
I stopped that thought immediately, telling myself to not re-live that awful memory.
It was in the past, burried deep.
I hadn't been here in years, I hadn't seen my Dad for years.
And now I had to spend my whole summer here, with someone who I called a stranger.
I glanced behind me, back at the house my father lived in.
It was huge, on the better end of the naighbourhood, and was only a few minutes walk from the beach.
You could see the beach and nearly touch the sand.
I could hear the people screaming and laughing from the pier, and the loud music was blaring.
The sun was just setting over California; I'd been here for a few hours now, and it had been the most awkward few hours of my life.
I'd tried unpacking my case as slowly as possible, but I hadn't bought much with me.
I'd tried calling Mickey, but he wasn't answering.
He'd gotten so angry when I'd told him I was being made to go to LA for the summer, saying it was all my fault my Mom was mad at me.
He was the main reason we argued.
I loved him, and I hate it when he's like this.
I tried not to think of all the girls he'll hook up with while I'm away.
I know he does it, and he knows that I know he does it.
He also knows I love him too much to end the relationship.
I swiped away at a tear that escaped.
I heard coughing from behind me.
"Oh.. Hey, um, Kendal. I.. uh, made dinner. Sushi.. you like that, right?" My Dad stumbled.
It was reassuring to know this was awkward for the both of us.
I shrugged my shoulders and nodded.
He sighed in relief and walked back into the house.
I looked out at the pier and saw someone looking almost as miserable as me.
He looked around my age, with tanned skin and the most gorgrous brown hair.
He was too far away for me to see his eyes, but I could tell he was... beautiful, for lack of a better word.
He was working a stall on the pier and was clearly frustrated with the little children, arguing over who got the big bear.
I smiled to myself, knowing that someone else was suffering tonight, before I walked in for my dinner with a huff.

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The Beach House
                                       
~Introduction~
"Kendal!" I groaned, I'd been caught.
My attempts at sneaking back in past curfew had failed, again.
I submissively walked into my living room.
"Yes Mom?" I smiled, acting innocent.
She gave me that 'Don't you give me that' look, so I looked down and waited for her to start ranting.
"Where have you been?!"
"I was at Mickey's"
I cringed, waiting to see the familiar flicker of anger in her eyes at the mention of my boyfriends name.
I saw it, and I knew I was done for.
"How many times do I have to tell you that he is a bad influence on you! First your grades dropped, then your clothes changed, then it was the screaming music, and-" She stopped abruptly and I wondered what was wrong, until I saw her eyes flicker to my nose.
I froze, knowing I was in so much trouble.
"Please tell me that is not a nose piercing!" My mother screeched.
I'd got it done earlier today - Mickey said the other day how he loved girls with nose piercings so I got it done, I loved to make him happy like that.
Yes, he was a little scary looking with his many piercing, tattoos, drinking habits and his few run-ins with the cops, but I loved him.
"Mom, I'm 16, you can't tell me what to do." I said, trying to sound firm, but the break in my voice gave me away.
"Kendal Laurell, I raised you better than this! I don't know what to do with you anymore! This is the third time this week you've snuck in past curfew! And it's only the first week of summer! I've had it up to here with you!" She exclaimed, waving her arms about to add emphasis.
"I'm sorry Mom, I don't know what to say." I told her honestly.
I hated making my Mom upset, but Mickey wanted me to stay. I told him I couldn't but he started to get angry, and threatened to break up with me, and I couldn't let that happen.
"Tell me you'll do as you're told for once - and you can start by taking out that nose piercing! Or even better, break up with Mickey." She practically pleaded.
"But I love him Mom." I replied.
She stayed silent for a long time, and I was starting to get a little nervous, there was just something eery about the dead silence in the middle of the night.
After a long, strange silence, my mother looked me dead in the eyes, and spoke the words I was least expecting.
"Fine, you won't play by my rules, then... You can go stay with your Dad for the summer."
I felt my stomach churn, and my heart sink.

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Hey guys!

I'm back! Summer for us English people has finally arrived to I can now focus all my energy on writing!
I Can't wait to start again!
Thank you so much for not getting angry at me, I know I've been a pain!
I love you all so much and hope you will continue to read my stories!
First Chapter is up tomorrow!
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teenage_dreemer x

Hey guys!

Okay so I have a number of things to say to all of you beautiful people:
1) Thankyou SO much for all of your ideas! They really helped inspire me and I have decided to go with jk1997's idea!
2) I'm so so so so sorry for not uploading sooner! Here in England, we are currently doing all our exams so everything's a bit hectic with revision :////
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