There is nothing like having the salted, bitter, taste of ocean breeze. Wind in your hair and sand grains in between each toes on your feet. That is everything you could ever dream of, living in Hawaii. Endless sunshine blissfully caressing your skin, creating a glow so bright. No place on earth could beat my home.

Except the realisation I couldn't enjoy this with love in my life. I'm single. But I get to be a third wheel of Brady, my brother, and Macks, my best friend, relationship.

Here I am, surf board under my arm, gazing out at the sunsetting. Done catching waves up and down the coastline. " Best day ever!" I couldn't contain my smile. for Brady, summer means no limitations on how much surfing he could participate in. To perform tricks wanting to impress McKenzie.

" Did you see me out there shredding those waves? Morg. It was, like, I had the spirt of every well known surfer guiding me."

I chuckle. If there is one thing Brady is was an average surfer. Definitely not professional level. " Oh yeah, Dude. I didn't once have doubt you would not fall on your butt and make yourself look like a dummy." Mack giggles, out of control, finding me hilarious. Brady whines, pouting his lips.

" Morgan. I might not be a gold medalist and an expertise like you. But at least I know how to look cool doing it." of course, because certainly getting your behind handed to you by a two foot wave is very cool.

" You were pretty awesome. Brad." Mack says in her baby-voice, scratching Brady under neath his chin. I wrinkle my nose, causing both of my eyes to crease at the affection.

" Awesome? Surfing all day, us and Morg together. Awesome wishes it was this awesome." If there is one thing Brady does was he never let me feel excluded. I loved him for it. 'There it was. The hand holding.' I couldn't help but believe I wasn't made to find love. No one had shown romantic attraction, I wasn't appealing to no boy my age. Not even in high school. I'm sixteen. No first kiss. Nothing.

" oh! Did you hear about tomorrow?"

Asks brady, not attempting to hide his excitement for the reported forty foot swell coming in just in time for the season change.

" Can you believe it? Morgan. They are talking about forty-foot waves?"

what worries me is the humongous storm meteorologist predict to hit.

" There's a dangerous storm coming up from the north. Usually that wouldn't make me back track. but it's reported to cause a whole heap of damage."

I am all for the challenge, when it's not potentially going to be the cause of beaches closing because of conditions out of our control. " You are right, Morgan. but I mean, surf like that only happens here once every thirty years. You don't get an opportunity given out like that every day." Mack says, acknowledging my worries, swinging her intertwine hand still connected to brady.

" Yeah, can you imagine dropping in on a barrel that huge?" That is definitely what one wishes for in your wildest dreams possible. I take note how Mack falls silent, smile fading.

" Come on, I'm starving. I know you are, as well, Mor. You know how your sister gets, brady. If she doesn't eat." On cue that is when my stomach deciduously grumbles, hungry. I see a sparkle enter my brother's eyes, I groan knowing how competitive he gets.

" Race you!" Then he takes off, sand flying off the beach.

My eyes roll. " You better pay for my dry cleaning." I yell, running after brady. his laugh synchronously following the winds direction.

I reach the front porch of Big Poppa's, Mack's grandfather, maintaining my clothes and being certain I had nothing on my feet. He wasn't superficial, I just was raised to be clean entering someone else's home.

" First thing tomorrow, we hit the beach and that surf. I am not missing out on riding it."

I close the green rusted over door, it lost colouring after spending years on the beach front and Salty winds.

" Brady. Mor. I need to talk to you about tom-"

Mack sounds serious.

I wonder what she wants to speak to Brady and I for. Brushing off that thought, 'Surf Crazy' instrumentals play harmoniously through a television from inside the house.

I became wide eyed, brady as well. Moving my feet in a sprint to the place I hear it, Big Poppa is polishing surfboards.

" Please tell me I am in time for Butchy. What am I asking, of course I'm here on time. Surf Crazy is the introduction song."

Poppa laughs, jollity. I felt ridiculous with feeling a connection to Butchy. He's fictional. The deuteragonist older brother of a movies main character, Lela. " You are on time, Kiddo. Don't worry. I made certain you wouldn't miss your man. As the kids are saying these days."

I notice the same poster, I've seen all these years, on an unfinished board rack. ' Wet side story' in vintage styling font reciprocated what year it's based in, nineteen sixty two. Rodents and Surfers. I always like to bring out my imagination of ever belonging in the surfers. Though rebelling against the norms of rivalry.

'Oh to be on the shoulders of a cute boy, dancing and defying what ever physics made sure to not wet the main characters.'

Like seriously, not to ruin movie magic, it made it a classic.

" Please tell me this isn't.." yes indeed. 'Wet side story. It's always summer. Pretty girls, hot bikers. A dream come true.' I sigh, dreamily gazing at the screen. Tanner flashes his brightly coloured white teeth. Winking.

" Wet side story." Poppa, Brady, and I say. Mac wasn't the biggest fan of the whole 'Effortless wave surfing.' Finding logical solutions to make it all serious and debunk what is wrong to right. I love her, I do. She always takes things literally. Serious. Not acting her age, wanting to have a maturity she doesn't need. All the beach goers, surfers, file in to Big Momma's surf n turf restaurant cheering finishing the dance sequence.

" Oh, nineteen sixty two. Surfers, bikers. Best movie ever made." Brady thinks out loud. I am in agreement, certainly the greatest film to exist. " How can you three like this silliness? Especially you, grandpa." I poke Mack in her ribs. " don't ruin the movies speciality. What is there not to like, Mackie. Hot dudes wearing leather, Abs. Bikers. Did I mention abs? Because that is what girl dreams of in a man." I outline a six pack on my stomach, making my point. " Silliness? Mack, my dear, this movie defined an entire culture." Poppa jabs a finger in the board resting below on the bench.

" what is there not to like? A surfer guy and biker girl share a secret love while trying to unite their rivalling gangs, as an evil real estate mogul tries to turn their hangout into a resort. By building a weather machine which blows up." I added on, from my spot sitting down inhaling a milkshake I made for myself before leaving. " that creates a massive storm. Which! Fails incredibly fast. Silliness? Like really? Is definitely not the word you should use."

I imitate an exploding noise, careful to not pour milk over the place. Mack curtly nods. She's acting odd. " Well, can we all watch it later? Because I really need to talk to you, and also brady." This must be pretty serious of a topic.

" Can we just watch my favourite part, first, Mack. This is the scene where the two leads eyes meet after he saves her falling. Only to be pulled apart by their rivalling gangs." Brady and I glue our eyes on the screen, tanner is walking in slow motion smouldering moving through the dancing surfers.

Lela continues to show off how beautiful of a singer she is. I'm not the kind to fall for a guy who flashes a smile, it goes on for miles. Don't usually swoon but I'm over the moon 'cause he was just too cool for school. I'm falling for ya. Falling for ya. Cannot hang on any longer and now I'm falling for you. 'Here comes Butchy to his sister's rescue'. He, rough as a rusted nail in a motorcycle, pulls Lela off tanner. " Hey! Get your soggy Soifer mitts off my baby sister." That biker accent. Could make any girl act a fool. Lose their minds. " Get your biker baby sister off our boarding buddy!" SeaCat exclaims, getting behind tanner coming to his 'leaders' defence.

The dance off is commencing, rodents verses surfers. I couldn't contain the shimming little dance copying giggles, on my seat. I kick my legs, enjoying the scene.

" Come on, they sing for no reason. Coming out of the water and their hair is totally dry. The girls never surf as well as the boys. Mor, you would beat them ten times over. I would much rather you be in this than watch this embarrassing mess. And they sing for no reason. I mention that one again, cause even the second time, I don't get why."

Mack certainly knows how to be a joy killer.

I don't let her words affect what I think of the movie. There was too many critiques in reality. I could count on movies being an escape.

" It's always summer. Everyone just sings and surfs." Brady adds, I mentally agree finishing off the milkshake. Knocking comes from the front door. " But really.. the surfing looks fake. They'd drown on a real wave." Mack further continues to argue, answering the increase knocks. " Seriously, they sing in the ocean and never spit out water." An unfamiliar tall, dirty blonde lady steps in from outside. 'Definitely not from here. With how she dresses. Look at those heels and that tight yellow skirt.' I've never seen her around here. I know faces. " Well, are you not going to give your aunt Antoinette a hug?"

Mack's aunt, Antoinette, hides her expressive cringing giving a basic two second 'hug'. 'Great. She is one of those superficial ladies who despises the less extravagant things in the world.' " You are so.. grown-up. You look absolutely.. unacceptable. Not you, dear. Tell him tell offer is unacceptable." I am trying to hide my eye roll, facing the moving table Poppa set the portable TV on. 'Cruisin for a bruisn' has switched. Butchy looked Devine, handsome. All of the above. More specifically taking off his vest.

" What are you doing here? I thought you were coming tomorrow." Mack questions, I could detect panic in how she talks. " you thought wrong. We are leaving, tomorrow. Dear. I hope you packed." Mack? Leaving? I twist my neck, facing where she stood guilt over her face. 'She's leaving. No. What, that doesn't sound right.' Brady reads my thoughts.

" Mack, what does she mean by 'leaving tomorrow'? You're leaving?" Antoinette turns, facing Brady brandishing a questioning stare as to who he is.

" Uh, aunt Antoinette. This is Brady. And, my best friend Morgan. The one who is currently staring at me like I just ran over a puppy." I stand at my brother's side, looking to Mack for any answers I could find.

" Brady. Morgan. I am McKenzie's aunt. I'm sure she's told you two all about me." No one single bit of information comes to mind staring at her. I've known mack my entire life. There are no family pictures I've seen where she is photographed. Nothing.

" Mack. Can you please elaborate on what your aunt means by you leaving?" I ask, hiding my body behind my arms. Self-consciously. Not wanting to think that Mack would leave out this information willingly.

We shared everything, no secrets.

" Antoinette. Welcome home. You know it's always good to have you back. " Poppa greets her, smiling like he wasn't expecting this woman to be in his house. Surprised. " Oh, hello, father." She does air kisses, passing over a shirt. Taking in the place, she hums. " I see you are still making surf boards. No surprise there. I love you, for that. Father. Oh, don't tell me. You still have it." The board with a beautiful hibiscus flower carved on the surface, which has been legendary in the family. A big part of my love for surfing.

" We all grew up with the legends about this board. It's part of the family." Mack explains, saying what was on all of our minds. " Me, your grandfather and his father, we found our destiny on it." Poppa furthermore expands on the history. I admire him. Antoinette face constricts in a scowl. " there is only one way to 'find' your destiny, McKenzie, and that is to..? Work hard for it."

This still hasn't been explained as to why mack has to leave. " Okay. Mack, please. Tell me what does she mean by you are going to leave. Tomorrow of all days." I ask, tears wishing to leave my eyes. I didn't want my best and only friend to leave me alone.

" Morgan, Sweet girl, my niece will be attending the exclusive, overpriced, and did I mention exclusive, Dunwich preparatory academy." My heart falls to the darkest parts of my soul, feeling crushed. 'Oh. She's leaving me. For a rich kid school.' I honestly didn't want to be selfish. I am glad she got this chance. My arms fall, moving to the door.

" I'm happy.. for you. I should go." Mack reaches to hold my wrist, begging me not to leave using her eyes. " Mor."

" Don't." I whisper, pushing and twisting the handle of the door. 'I need space.'

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JASMINE SPEAKS;

CHAPTER ONE DONE AND FINISHED.
How are we liking Mor? She is adorable with her love for Butchy. And wants to find her love. She will soon enough, obviously. How do you like brady and Mack with her? Do you have any theorising you would like to share on what will happen in the future chapters? Comment them.

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