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surf's up? *mallory/laue Jun 26, 2013 14:25:18 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2013 14:25:18 GMT -6

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Looking up at the sky, Cecilio was relieved to see that, while it was a bit cloudy, the sun was shining brightly. Hopefully the water wouldn't be too cold. He had taken his aunt's offer of a ride to the beach, glad there was finally something for him to do. He knew he should be working on getting his driver's license, but he hated cars. He didn't want to deal with them. If he could ride his bike everywhere, life would be perfect.

Towel slung over his shoulder, he thanked his aunt and slid out of the car, snagging his drawstring bag before closing the door. "I'll call you in an hour or two to see if you're ready to leave,"

[/b] his aunt called after him. He waved in response, nodding as she pulled away from the curb. Watching her car disappear, Cecilio felt a twist of fear in his stomach. What if something happened to her on the way home? What if something happened to him, when he was here alone?

Abruptly shaking his head, he did his best to banish the fear lacing his thoughts. He was not going to spend the day--this beautiful, sunshine-filled day--worrying about what was more than likely not going to happen.

The water seemed to call to him, beckoning him. He hadn't been to the beach in what felt like ages. Maybe he would see some friends from school here. He hadn't thought to text anyone ahead of time. Oh well. Even if no one was here, he would enjoy it. Sometimes, having alone time was a good thing.

As soon as he got to the sand, he slipped his sandals off, picking them up and carrying them. He loved the way the sand felt beneath his feet, in between his toes. Eyes on the waves as he made his way toward a relatively empty area, he wasn't really paying attention to what was in front of him. A sharp pain shot through his foot as he tumbled forward, the sand rising to meet him. He dropped his bag and towel in the process. He mumbled a few curses in Italian as he sat up, looking around to see what he had tripped over.[/div]
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surf's up? *mallory/laue Jun 30, 2013 14:14:29 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2013 14:14:29 GMT -6

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Sometimes I wish for falling,

Wish for the release

I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all…

One day a week was all the respite she allowed herself from dancing, it wasn't like she worked too hard, she took care of herself but she always went down to the studios for at least two hours a day, on Sunday's however, she let herself have one day for another sport, normally it was some attempt at surfing. She was hardly good but she enjoyed and she found it quite fun to have a sport in which she could be bad and mess up without intending it, besides, it helped her meet more people, beyond her little circle of those she danced with and those she went to school with. It would be quite nice, so she imagined, to meet someone new whom you could begin a whole new chapter of your life with whether it be in a friendship or otherwise. Only, that wasn't why she was currrently sat on the sand, mentally preparing herself for heading into the water, she was really looking forward too it, she was just feeling a little lazy about getting up.

Mallory was just planning to get up, her things piled up together next to her, and her surf board across her lap, when she felt the board fall forwards and suddenly there was a man about her age on the floor, speaking a language she didn't know. Immedietly she dropped her board and leapt to her feet to help the stranger up, "I'm so, so sorry you fell over my board," her English accent was crisp almost sharp, and Mallory held out her hand to help her, "My names Mallory, if that at all makes up for my carelessness."

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surf's up? *mallory/laue Jul 2, 2013 15:37:25 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 15:37:25 GMT -6

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Cecilio's eyes landed, finally, on the surfboard which had caused the pain that was currently shooting up his leg. He felt a blush creep over his cheeks, embarrassment making him want to run back to his aunt's car and go home. He'd only been at the beach for 5 minutes, and he'd already managed to make a fool of himself.

At the girl's apologies, he shook his head, saying, "No, no, it's okay... It's my fault. I was the one not watching where I was going." He didn't want her to feel bad because he had been stupid enough to not look around. He should have known better. Beaches were crowded places, especially when the weather was nice. "I hope I didn't hurt your board." Cecilio accepted the outstretched hand, rising to his feet and dusting sand off his shorts. He picked up his towel and shook it out, more from habit than from anything else. After all, he was just going to set it in the sand again.

Shifting his weight slightly and letting the towel hang over his arm, he asked, "Do you surf a lot?" Maybe having someone to hang out with while he was at the beach was a good idea. Sitting alone and swimming alone sounded really boring. There wouldn't be much for him to do. But if there was someone for him to hang out with...well, that would make it a lot better, wouldn't it? Cecilio hoped so. "My name is Cecilio, by the way." He blushed again, realizing how he had rudely forgotten to introduce himself.

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surf's up? *mallory/laue Jul 7, 2013 11:42:52 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2013 11:42:52 GMT -6

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Sometimes I wish for falling,

Wish for the release

I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all…

Mallory chewed her lip, her whole countenance filled with guilt as she saw the blush rise of the mans cheeks, why did she have to go and leave her board in the way, why couldn't she be careful with it, well, she'd not know the answer but she would know in future to be more careful with her board, not to let it get under people's feet. However, it was fairly obvious that, when out of the dance things she wore, she wasn't anywhere near as confident nor as aware of the things around her. It was a bad trait in her, but nothing mattered but the dance. As he turned aside her apology, she blushed slightly, but she was more aware that she actually recognised him, after she focussed on him now, rather than his accident, and she realised that he was actually at her school, but that wasn't the only thing she was realising as she finally saw his face. "Let's agree to disagree because, I'm pretty sure my board was in the way," she managed to grin and once she had helped him up, he spoke again, Mallory laughed gently at his words and replied, perhaps a little too quickly, "Oh, no, that's highly unlikely, it's a tough old board, this," her words were warm, and her features soft as she spoke to the male, at the same time, her eyes glancing across him, it was hard to not notice that he was attractive, though, she could hardly say that he looked like he should belong on a beach.

They stood, a little awkwardly, until Cecilio spoke again but, she almost hadn't minded the silence, he seemed like a nice guy to just sit with, but, they were standing together which always looks a little awkward when you're not talking to the other person. "No, not really, I'm not really a surfer, I just pretend I am, it makes a change really to go bare foot, though, I suppose I'm lucky I can go bare foot really..." The blonde trailed off, conscious that he probably wanted a monosylable answer, and that wasn't what she had given him, but she hoped he wouldn't mind all too much. Smiling gently, when he introduced himself she spoke again, "Well, Cecilio, that's a very nice name, I like it," pausing, for a moment to notice that he was blushing again, she tilted her head on one side and spoke very carefully, "Come now, there's no need to blush it's not as though you left it very long to introduce yourself."

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surf's up? *mallory/laue Jul 9, 2013 11:30:16 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2013 11:30:16 GMT -6

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Cecilio shrugged at the girl's claim that her board was in the way. He still should have been watching where he was going. There was no use arguing about it, though. It's not like either one of them could go back in time and change it. Even if he could, Cecilio didn't think he would. He hadn't made many friends in the almost-three years since he'd been here; meeting more people was probably something he should do.

The girl did look somewhat familiar; where had he seen her? He didn't have a job, so it couldn't be that. He didn't go anywhere regularly, either, except for school. Maybe that was it? "This may be an odd question... But do you go to Newport High? You look really familiar." He ran a hand through his hair, a bad nervous habit. He didn't want her to laugh at him or be offended that he didn't know who she was.

When she said she just pretended to surf, Cecilio chuckled. "Well, you're probably a lot better than I am. I've never even tried. Though I think it would be fun, so long as I didn't bash my head into a rock." Which, with his luck, would be what ended up happening. But it would be fun to say he tried to surf, anyway. He smiled at Mallory, not sure what else to say. He hoped she didn't think he was just a weird kid with a weird accent. He wasn't sure what most people thought of him. He hadn't really done much, so hopefully their opinions weren't too bad. Nobody knew about who his grandfather was. Or, if they did, they didn't tell him.

It doesn't matter here,

[/b] he told himself. He didn't have to worry about anything any more. At least, that's what he tried to believe.

He turned slightly, his eyes scanning the beach. "Do you come here a lot?" He didn't know what else to talk about. He didn't really want to stop talking to her, though. Spending the day at the beach alone was sounding lonelier and lonelier, now that he'd spent a brief amount of time with someone else.[/div]
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surf's up? *mallory/laue Jul 10, 2013 13:40:23 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2013 13:40:23 GMT -6

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Sometimes I wish for falling,

Wish for the release

I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all…

Chewing gently at her lip she saw the man shrug, she hoped that it would be okay, she would be pleased if she made a friend out of this situation, she would be happy too since in her past couple of months here, she hadn't made too many friends other than a few people in her class, though, some how she hadn't managed to meet Cecilio, though he was quite easy to recognise, though she doubted that he knew her name already, since she had had to tell him her name. As soon as he asked his question she grinned to herself, she knew exactly where she recognised him from, "Yes, of course. That's where I recognise you from! You're in some of my classes," her eyes sparkled brightly and her smile was broad, she was in such a mood that almost persuaded her to catch his hand while he ran it through his hair, it looked better without him messing it up, but she decided it would be considered too flirtatious and, well she didn't want to be considered a flirt, however much she may or may not be one.

Smiling when he laughed, she found he was easy company and when he spoke, she found she half wanted to teach him, but she doubted she should offer. That didn't stop the brazen teen, however, she went ahead with it anyway, "Well, it is fun, though not so when you're on your own. I'd teach you if you want, but I doubt you would want to, I've never tried to teach someone to surf before, but I guess I could give it a go." Laughing aloud when he asked if he came a lot, she smiled warmly at him, "No, well, not as often as I go to the studios down town but, I do come here sometimes"

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surf's up? *mallory/laue Jul 13, 2013 22:57:16 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2013 22:57:16 GMT -6

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Cecilio felt a little better knowing she went to his school. He didn't know why. Maybe because that meant that she wasn't a complete stranger. They knew each other. Kind of. It made him feel not quite so alone, here on the beach. "Yeah, I think I sit a few seats behind you in third period," he said, half-smiling. At least, her hair looked familiar. They didn't usually move around too much in their seats, and he was slow getting out of class, so he wasn't quite sure what the face of the girl looked like. But, if he had to take a random guess, he would guess her.

When she admitted to not surfing much, Cecilio just shrugged. "It doesn't bother me. Actually, I think it'll be more fun... Who wants to learn from a perfect professional, anyway?" He smiled as he spoke, trying to make it obvious he was just joking around. "I wouldn't mind seeing that my teacher messes up sometimes, too. I won't feel like such a loser then." He ran his hand through his dusty blonde hair, pushing it away from his eyes.

Turning toward the ocean, Cecilio watched it crash onto the shore rhythmically, mesmerized by the toss and pull of the water. It reflected the sunlight, throwing it this way and that over the soft sand. It was beautiful. A smile spread across his lips, sudden excitement for [possibly] learning to surf making him feel like a kid. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so excited to do something. "If you really don't mind teaching me, I would love to learn whatever I can." He turned back to Mallory, adjusting his grip on his bag.

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surf's up? *mallory/laue Jul 20, 2013 14:46:21 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2013 14:46:21 GMT -6

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Sometimes I wish for falling,

Wish for the release

I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all…

Mallory couldn't help but smile as she saw a slight change in expression on his face, his words made her smile too, but not because they were exactly true, "Perhaps, but perhaps not, I don't think I saw you at graduation," despite her words she knew he may have chosen not to go but she did find it unlikely, most of her class had gone and those who hadn't she doubted that they actually had graduated, so, he wasn't in her year and he was mistaken, though she had been too. He wasn't in her classes, he can't be if he was younger than her, but he was attractive and he was very sweet, and he would like her to teach him surf, although that wasn't her exact talent. "Well I can teach you, if you have a board, or I can teach you on mine, whichever you come to prefer?" She smiled for a while when he said he shouldn't feel like a loser if his teacher messed up Mallory gave him a sharp tap on the hand, "You should never, never feel like a loser! If you say you feel as such, then, I shall be forced to make you feel otherwise."

Mallory shook her head as he had to sweep his hair from his face, and she smiled as he said he'd love to learn, "Come on then, we'll use my board, it might be easier to teach you here but I can imagine you want to get into the water, but we don't have to, I mean, I can teach you another time." Smiling, Mallory stretched her ankles and scrunched her toes slightly, she was desperate to stretch properly, but she couldn't bring herself to for fear of being rude.

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