Lucy’s Story

My Short Story

Lucy

“Lucy!  Lucy, what are you doing out here all by yourself?”

“Nothing Bryan, I’m just watching the surfers.”  I answered, trying not to sound annoyed.  Bryan thought he liked me, and it was a huge hassle.

“Oh, ok… Well, why don’t you come inside?”  Bryan was persistent, he didn’t mind that I never wanted to go anywhere with him, he just kept on asking.  He reminded me of a puppy that way.

“In a bit Bryan, I’ll come in when I’m hungry ok?”  I hoped this would satisfy him, make him stop asking questions.

“Yeah… Yeah that’s… That sounds cool.”  He smiled a small smile at me, I had disappointed him again.  He left, looking back at me, and then he quickly looked away again when he realized I was looking at him.  I giggled a little, Bryan made me laugh.  I wondered if he had realized that I was mostly focused on one surfer in particular.

He was really good.  Better than me, that’s for sure.  He caught the wave at just the right time, and controlled his board so well; he made it look so easy.  I wished I could be that good; I could barely stand up on my board.  He jumped off when he was close to shore and jogged out of the ocean.  He walked up to where I was sitting and sat down, setting his board beside him.  I wasn’t sure if he had noticed me or not, so I just sat in silence, waiting for him to say something.  I avoided looking at him, just in case he had seen me watching him, I didn’t want him to think I was a creeper or anything.

He looked over at me, smiling a little smile.  “So, you like what you saw?”  He was joking with me, I could tell from his tone.

“As a matter of fact, I did.”  I grinned at him, playing along.  “You’re quite good.”

“Thanks, I’ve been practicing.”  He stood up, and offered his hand.  I took it; it was big and rough with calluses, and stood in front of him.  “I’m Tyler.  It’s nice to meet you.”  He looked down at me and stuck out his hand for a handshake.

“I’m Lucy Fields,” I replied, shaking his hand.  “Do you come here often?  I’ve never seen you around before.”  I tried not to stare at him but I was failing miserably; he was extremely good looking.  He had dark blonde hair, and he was tanned from the sun.  He had an honest to god six-pack, with a trail of dark blonde hair travelling from his belly button and disappearing into his shorts. His arms were toned, from surfing or the gym, but probably both.  And he had a scar on his neck, about two centimetres long. I wanted to ask what it was from, but I didn’t want to offend him or something.

“No, I’m on break.”  He was still smiling at me, he had a nice smile.

“Oh, where do you go to school?”  I didn’t often try to be nice to guys, but I had a feeling about this one.

“Nowhere special…”  His smile dimmed a little, like there was something he wasn’t telling me.

“Ok, well… I’m having a barbeque up at my place… Do you wanna come?”  I wanted him to come, though I wasn’t sure why.  “You look like you could use some downtime.”

“Well… Um…”  He looked towards the road, his face unsure.  “Yeah, ok.  I’d love to.”  He looked back towards me, his mind seemingly made up.

“Good.  You can bring your board; it’s just up the beach a ways.”  He grabbed up his t-shirt and flip-flops from beside his board, lifted his board with one hand and waited for me to show him the way.  I walked next to him and listened as he told me stories about his school, and surfing.  I laughed along with him and told him my own stories about my life.  By the time we got to the party, I felt like I had known Tyler all my life.  I had never felt like that about someone before.

I introduced Tyler to my friends, and I noticed that they looked scared and I couldn’t figure out why they would be scared.  Then I realized that Tyler looked scary to them.  He was tall, muscled, and had a scar on his neck; I wondered why he hadn’t seemed scary to me.  I just thought that he looked good, nice, kind… All these things I thought, but I definitely did not think he was scary.

Tyler stuck with me the entire time, which I could understand, he didn’t know anyone.  I was glad when he didn’t ogle at all the hot girls milling around, that way I could pretend he was noticing me.  Though I don’t know why he would, I was plain compared to them.  I had medium length brown hair, I was average height, I was slim enough I guess, and my chest wasn’t huge… I was overall an average person.  But he didn’t seem to mind that, he kept looking at me and it made me feel good.  Like I wanted him to notice me, and I guess I did.  I was confusing myself because I hardly knew this guy, and yet I felt so attached to him.

He talked to my friends, he was polite and funny, and after a while I saw them loosening up.  I felt a glow of pride in knowing that I had brought such a good person over.  Even Bryan seemed to soften up a bit, though I could tell he was jealous.  I couldn’t help but giggle a little at the sour expression he made when Tyler wasn’t looking.

“Hey, I think it’s time for me to leave,” Tyler whispered this in my ear, and I shivered.

“Ok, I’ll drive you.”  I wanted to spend some more time with him.

“No, it’s alright, I can walk.  It’s not far from here.”

“I’ll come.”  I offered.

“Are you sure?  I mean, you don’t have to Lucy, I’ll be fine.”  It sounded like he wanted me to come, but wasn’t sure if I really wanted to.  But I had already started walking in what I hoped was the right direction.  He ran to catch up to me and we walked in silence to his house, which was actually pretty close to mine, maybe ten minutes away.  He stopped outside his front door, and looked at me.

“Listen Lucy… I had fun tonight.  I haven’t had that much fun in a long time… It was nice.  I feel like I know you, and tell me if I’m out of line ok?  But I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tomorrow night, maybe go for dinner?  I understand if you’re totally against that and that’s ok, I was ju-“

“I would love to Tyler.”  I cut him off mid sentence, before he could talk himself out of the idea.  “I’ll see you soon then, ok?”  I smiled at him.

“Yeah, yeah ok,” he smiled, I could see his teeth in the dark.

“Goodnight Tyler,” I whispered.  He ducked down and kissed me lightly on the cheek.

“Goodnight Lucy…”  He whispered it back to me and walked into his house.  I touched my cheek, wondering what it meant if a guy’s kiss stole your breath away, even if it was just on your cheek.

I walked back home slowly, thinking about Tyler, about how strongly I felt about him after just a day, and how I couldn’t wait for tomorrow night.

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