The beach was full that day. It was as if all of us humans were molecules, bunched up together, creating a solid. Verne and I pushed pass all of the people and ran down to the shore. The surf was great today. We smiled at each other and ran back to the jeep. We pulled out our surf boards and got ready to ride the great waves.
My board was heavy and Verne helped me get it out. Verne and I were in sort of an on and off relationship. We’d made out several times, but it had never gone farther than that. He was the first one I had ever touched lips with. I was probably the hundreth girl to suck his face. I had seen Verne with other girls, but I mean it never bothered me. He looked at every other girl in the same way. But me, he looked at me with passion.
“Dude, I cannot wait to hit the waves.” I said, with my surfer girl smile.
“I can’t wait to hit you, sleddy.” Verne always replied in his usual faux-perverted way. He called me sleddy, because I always seemed to wipe out, whenever on the surface of the waves.