Surfing USA (Open)

[kyle]

Kyle stepped onto the beach, smelling the musky sea air. The salted sea water disintegrated into the air, as the moister in the air attached to Kyle’s skin. It was a sunny California day, the way it is after a long rain fall the night before. Sea gulls flew over head, looking for scraps of food that little kids might have dropped. The setting was perfect for a day full of surfing.


He carried a white surfboard through his right arm and his torso as he set it down in the sand so he could zip up his wetsuit before going into the water. Next to the board he dropped a blue and white striped towel and a beach bag with a bag of popcorn for himself and the pigeons, sunglasses, and his dry clothes. Kyle slipped his arms through the arm holes and then pulled it up to his chest, and maneuvered his hands around to find the zipper pull and from there he zipped put his suit. Finally he was ready to surf.


Picking up his board, Kyle carried it once again to the ocean, feeling the wind push against his body as he went the opposing way. Once he stepped foot in the water he felt confidant and ready to have fun. When deep enough Kyle pressed his stomach to the board as used his arms to paddle out farther. Hopefully some other people would join hi for friendly competition.

[emilymariedavis]

Emily was never a big surfer girl. Sure, she loved surfer guys but that was a whole different story. One thing she did love though, was the beach. Especially early in the morning when it was really warm but windy and the sky looked purple and blue, like van gogh up in heaven just decided to paint the morning. She loved it.

Checking herself in the mirror of her small trailer, she hated the way her short and skinny body looked in the black and white striped bikini so she went back into her bedroom, almost tripping over her miniature pinscher Lulu before grabbing a yellow short sleeved summer shirt that had a sunshine on it and said SMILE across the center. She then threw on a pair of worn out sandals, a few braclets and bangels, and a pair of sunglasses before heading out the door with her beach bag full of towels, sunscreen for later on in the day, anything she needed.

She did not plan on coming back any time soon. Most days this is what she did, escape to the beach or the arcade for most or the whole day, come home, eat dinner, take a bath, and go to bed just to wake up early the next morning and do the same thing. Emily did not really have a social life, not that she was shy- she just was not used to Los Angeles, California just yet.

Arriving at the beach, she threw out the towel and relaxed on it, watching some guy surf.

[kyle]

Kyle kept paddling out further in the sea, resting peacefully as the waves tried to drift him back to land, though he ended up staying in the same place, just bobbling onto of the surface of the water. The waves were subtle at the moment, none ready for Ky to take on. Someone paddled up bedside him, causing the waves to ripple beneath him and his surfboard. It was a girl, the only girl for a matter of fact who was daring enough to surf with Kyle and the guys. Not that they were any good, just that no girls normally joined them except for her, Callie McCarthy.


”Hey Callie,” he greeted with a bright smile that the sun bounced off of. Callie was a sweet girl who shared a passion of surfing alongside Kyle. She was a regular as well, and Callie was at the beach whenever Kyle was. She must have lived at the beach for how much she was there.


A good wave could be seen in the distance, so Kyle began to paddle in a half circle so he was facing the beach once again, where people looked like the size of a golf ball, that being the closet person. Kyle could feel the wave coming as he began to slowly paddle, waiting for it to catch up. He stood up as the wave caught up to his paddling, crouching at first before he became more confident with his first wave of the day, and hung ten. The wave carried him out to the shore and then Kyle began to paddle back to Callie and the guys. Once back he was soaked, but he smiled anyways, loving the smell of fish, which was what his body sort of smell like at this time.

[melissa]

Will sat on the on the deck of his beach house, debating with himself what he should do first today. Overhead, music flowed out of the speakers that were inserted to the wall that was connected to the deck. It was another perfect California morning, with the sun basking his skin under the white V-neck shirt and black swimming trunks he was wearing.

Surfing or sailing? Sailing or surfing? It was all Will was asking himself inside his head. Will watched as a large wave rolled up against the shore and he closed his eyes to take a breath of the salty ocean breeze. The waves were too perfect today to waste, he had to surf. Will decided he would spend his morning hours surfing and later he could grab his boat the Cavalier and possibly have lunch on it. Happy with his well thought up plan, Will pulled the white V-neck over his head and threw it through the open glass sliding door that lead inside his house. Will also turned off the music and kicked his shoes off before locking the glass door and hiding the key to his house in the usual spot he used to leave his spare. It was then that Will picked up the surfboard that was resting against his house wall and started running with it under his arm towards the ocean.

It wasn’t a long run, being that he lived rather close. Will noticed people had set up towels and such on the beach as well as that several surfers were already in the water. As the waves touched his feet for the first time, Will’s body tingled with excitement. He was glad he chose to surf this morning. Will walked out into the water until the waves reached his waist. It was then that he climbed aboard his surfboard, laying stomach down on the freshly-waxed long board and paddled out deeper into the ocean until he joined the other surfers. Will waited impatiently for the next wave to come so that he could ride it.

[dallas]

There was nothing Dallas loved more than a good jog to sweat out all that coffee and caffeine he consumed daily. When he'd gotten up this morning, he quickly threw on a pair of shorts and some sneakers, bounding out the door. Today he opted to leave his laptop at home during his morning cup of joe at the Starbucks close to his apartment. Today, he simply felt the overpowering urge to waste some energy.

After downing his cup in a matter of minutes, he stepped onto the smooth pavement. Leaning down for a moment to insure his shoes were securely tied, he bounded in the direction of the beach. As the waves grew close enough for him to smell the salt, and the hurried noises of downtown began to fade away, he wished he'd brought his loyal canine companion Bailey with him for the jog.

Too soon he was jutting across the sands of the beach, running parallel to the water but not close enough for it to drench his shoes. It was only after a solid 45 minutes of running that he decided to grab a water from a nearby vending machine and plop down in the sand for a little relaxation and people watching. It didn't take him long to notice a few people he knew. His cousin Kyle could be seen in the distance, floating on his board a little way's out with a few other surfers. Callie was there too, of course. After all, when was she not hitting the waves?

He'd never been one for surfing, probably because of his deathly fear of drowning. It was totally unwarranted, since he'd always lived close to the ocean, never had a single tragic experience of near death experiences with water, and could swim quite decently. But surfing just took you too far out, into water he dare not tread for some god forsaken reason.

However, he enjoyed the sun and the sand, and the overall atmosphere of being at the beach on a nice day. Quite honestly, he didn't even mind watching the surfing- he'd gotten used to it, living in Cali. Taking a huge gulp of water and wiping the sweat from his brow, Dallas smiled and waved towards the group of surfers.

[kyle]

Kyle decided to take a break, after watching the others surf for a while, and bobbing up and down on the surface of the water. There weren’t many good waves, all the good ones were either in the morning or the evening, and all these waves were babies. Kyle noticed his cousin Dallas on the beach, as he wasn’t the surfing type. Another guy came up beside Ky, , and he waved to him. ”Hey,” he said as he waited for a good wave to push him to shore to hang out with Dallas.


A wave finally came about, giving Kyle a big push to the shoreline. Kyle began to paddle with the wave, stood up, and rode it in. The board stopped when it began to slide on the sand, and he wobbled as he hopped off, the sand sticking to his wet feet. He picked up his surf board and walked back to where he had first put his stuff, which was conveniently by Dallas, and Callie who was talking to him.


Kyle pressed his surfboard in the sand as he pulled out his large Mexican blanket and laid it out for him, along with a bag of chips and his sunglass, which he covered his eyes with. ”Hey Dallas; Callie,” he greeted as he laid down, looking into the cloudless sky.

[dallas]

Dallas slid off his aviators and set them down in the sand next to him. After all, not many people think that tan lines around your eyes are sexy. Laying back with just the sand underneath him and closing his eyes, he did one of his favorite things. He relaxed, and he listened. He heard everything around him, from the sound of the waves crashing against the salty sea water, to the sharp whip of a Frisbee that three young children flung haphazardly around the beach. Just as he was thinking to himself that he should include a beach scene exactly like this in his new, never to be finished novel, he heard a plop in the sand right next to him.

He rolled his eyes a little as Callie mentioned, not for the first time, how she wished he would try surfing. "Well, Callie, I sort of like dolphins, and I defiantly like the beach, but those waves...there pretty big you know? Like, WAY over my head big." Dallas laughed a little at his own insecurity. It was a kind of an oxymoron, living as close to the beach as he did but still being afraid of drowning.

"Oh hey Kyle, how are the waves treating you today?" he asked, glancing up at his cousin as he began to settle down next to him on a blanket. This would defiantly have to be a scene in his new book. Relaxing, enjoying the warm weather and the beautiful scenery with good friends and family, smiling even though things could never be perfect. California living was the as close to perfect as things could possibly get.