"Connie! Robyn!" I heard someone shout. We both pulled our attention from the Bon Fire, and looked towards the voice. It took a second for my eyes to adjust, and realize it was Simon. He was running up to us with Trev and Pete trailing behind him. "Hey pretty ladies." He said, trying to catch his breath. "What's with the running?" Connie asked. "Just excited, thats all." He said. "Cold?" He asked me. "A little." I said. he smiled, and took off his long sleve over shirt and gave it to me. "Thanks." I said, putting it on. Connie went off with Trev and Pete to get drinks, leaving Simon and I standing there, feeling a little awkward. "So, How was your first week here?" Simon asked me. "It has been good. I'm learning a lot of things." I told him. "Do you want to go for a little walk?" he asked me. It made feel nervous. He was attractive, and I could tell I kind of had feelings for him. I was in no way ready for any kind of relationship. Hell, I felt like I was barley ready for a friendship. I decided a walk couldn't hurt though. "Yeah, let's go." I told him. We walked down the beach not really talking, just kind of enjoying the others company. "So, what exactly did bring you out here?" Simon asked me. "I don't know if I'm ready to share that yet." I told him. "Sorry. I guess I was just curious." He said. "It's okay. I'm still getting over it." I told him. "What was your old life like?" He asked me. "Chaotic." I told him. "Well, if you ever do feel like talking about it, you have someone to talk to." He said. "Thank you Simon. I really apreciate that." I said, and smiled at him. He softly took my hand in his. I sharply pulled away. "I'm sorry. That wasn't apropriate of me." He said, looking pretty embarassed. "It's okay. I'm sorry. I should get back to the fire. I'm cold." I said, trying not to cry. I felt incredibly stupid for it too. "Are you okay? I'm sorry." He said. "Yeah, I'll be fine." I said, wiping a tear from my cheek. I started walking back towards the fire, then stopped and looked behind me. Simon was still standing there, gazing out into the ocean. I suddenly felt bad, so I walked back over to him. "I'm sorry Simon." I said, stopping in front of him. "No, it's okay." He said. "To be honest, I'm still dealing with a lot of stuff, and all I can handle right now is a friend." I told him. "Well, I am a pretty good friend." He told me. "Thank you." I said, and smiled. "What do you say we continue our walk?" "I would love to." He said, holding out his arm. I linked mine with his, and we strolled along the beach.
"There you losers are!" Trev shouted when we made our way back to the fire, and the party. "You're missing all the fun!" He was obviously drunk. Connie came running up to him, and jumped on his back, giggling. She was pretty drunk too. "GUYS! There is a ton of beer, come on! Catch up!" She shouted. Trev started galloping around, neying like a horse. I started laughing pretty hard. "Beer?" Simon asked me. "Oh, no thanks. I stopped after- after I left home." I told him. "Okay. Come on, I'll introduce you to some people." He said, and took my hand. We walked around, meeting everyone and having a pretty good time. Since Simon and I weren't drinking, we started getting pretty tired. He offered to give me a ride home, and I accepted.
Well, this is it." I said, opening my front door. "Not much, but it's home now." I said, setting my purse and keys on the counter. "It's only a little smaller then the place I share with Pete and Trev. I like it." He said, looking around. "Who is this?" he asked, picking up a framed picture I had on top of my TV. "Those are my friends." I said, taking it from him, and sittimg down on the couch. He sat down next to me. It was a picture of Me, my old dog Cooper, and my old friends from when we first opened our bar. We were all standing out front. "Thats, me, obviously." I said, pointing to me. "And this is Luke, Abby, Cooper, and-" I took a deep breath. "And Charlie." I wispered, trying not to cry. "Hey, it's okay." he said, taking the picture from me and setting it aside. "I'm sorry. I still havn't gotten over-" I said, this time I was crying. "Shhh. You don't have to tell me." He said, putting his hand over mine. "I eventualy am going to have to get over this. You're my friend, right?" I asked him. "Yes." He said. "Then I'll tell you." I said, wiping my eyes. "Charlie, Luke, Abby, and I had been friends since highschool...we did everything together. We even opened up the bar and music venue in the picture I showed you, together. Charlie killed himself about four months ago." I said. It was the first time I had really mentioned it since the whole thing happened...I hadn't even talked about it with My old friends. I started crying, so I stood up. "I'm sorry, I havn't really talked about it before." I said. He stood up and hugged me. "It's okay, I'm glad you did. It'll help you get over it if you talk about it when you're ready." He said. "Thanks." I said. "I'd love to hear about him." He said, looking at me. It made me smile. We sat back down on the couch, and I started sharing stories about Charlie. I shared old stories of when we were friends, and the adventures we had with the bar. I didn't bring up any of the negative things that went on right before. I laughed, and even made Simon laugh a few times. It was nice sharing stories, and talking about Charlie. I almost felt like he was there. "See, doesn't it feel good to talk about it?" Simon said. "Yeah, it does. Thank you." I told him. "Anything for a friend." He said. "I should probably get going, I've got work in the morning." He said. "Okay. Thank you again." I told him, and gave him a hug. I let him out, then went to the drawer to put on Charlies bracelet. I found my journal, and after changing into pajamas I curled up in bed to read things about the past.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of someone knocking on my door. I yawned, and dragged myself out of bed to answer the door. When I opened it Simon was standing there with some coffee. "Morning." He said, smiling. "What the hell is wrong with you? It's like 7:00 in the morning." I saidd, rubbing my eyes. He walked in, and shut the door behind him. "Sorry. I just thought you might like some coffee. I guess I'm just used to getting up early...early morning is when the surfing is at its best." He said, handing me a cup. "I didn't know what you liked, so I got you the Simon special. "The Simon Special?" I asked, looking suspiciously at the cup of coffee. "Get your filthy mind out of the gutter." He said, and I laughed. "It's a mocha cappichino with two espresso shots." He said. "Holy shit! What are trying to do, make me expload?" I asked. "Hey, caffine makes the world go round...double speed." He said, and I giggled. "Here, help me make my bed into a couch." I told him. We folded up the fouton and sat down. "So, what's going on today?" I asked him. "Not too much." He said. "Last night you said you had work in the morning." I told him. "I thought I did. I don't go in until tomorrow. That is why I'm really up this early." He said, sipping his coffee. "What about you?" He asked. I just shrugged my shoulders. "I'm not up to much. I guess I don't really know where I fit in around here." I explained. "Well, you are going to hang out with me today then. Come on, lets go." He said, standing up. "Uh...I havn't even showered yet!" I laughed. "You look great, come on!" He said, pulling me up. "Okay! At least let me change." I said. "Okay, okay! Hurry up." He said. I just laughed, and found some clothes in my closet, then walked to into the bathroom to change. I brushed my teeth and made sure my hair looked okay. I felt kind of like a bum, but I had a feeling Simon didn't really care. I took a good look at myself and smiled. It felt like things were really looking up. When I walked up Simon was already standing up holding both of our cups, and my purse. "What is the big hurry?" I asked him. "I just get antsy. I've never been one to just sit around." He expained. I just smiled and shook my head. That's how it was with Simon. He'd just show up unannounced and ready to go out and enjoy the world.
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"Connie! Robyn!" I heard someone shout. We both pulled our attention from the Bon Fire, and looked towards the voice. It took a second for my eyes to adjust, and realize it was Simon. He was running up to us with Trev and Pete trailing behind him.
"Hey pretty ladies." He said, trying to catch his breath.
"What's with the running?" Connie asked.
"Just excited, thats all." He said. "Cold?" He asked me.
"A little." I said. he smiled, and took off his long sleve over shirt and gave it to me.
"Thanks." I said, putting it on. Connie went off with Trev and Pete to get drinks, leaving Simon and I standing there, feeling a little awkward.
"So, How was your first week here?" Simon asked me.
"It has been good. I'm learning a lot of things." I told him. "Do you want to go for a little walk?" he asked me. It made feel nervous. He was attractive, and I could tell I kind of had feelings for him. I was in no way ready for any kind of relationship. Hell, I felt like I was barley ready for a friendship. I decided a walk couldn't hurt though.
"Yeah, let's go." I told him. We walked down the beach not really talking, just kind of enjoying the others company.
"So, what exactly did bring you out here?" Simon asked me.
"I don't know if I'm ready to share that yet." I told him.
"Sorry. I guess I was just curious." He said.
"It's okay. I'm still getting over it." I told him.
"What was your old life like?" He asked me.
"Chaotic." I told him.
"Well, if you ever do feel like talking about it, you have someone to talk to." He said.
"Thank you Simon. I really apreciate that." I said, and smiled at him. He softly took my hand in his. I sharply pulled away.
"I'm sorry. That wasn't apropriate of me." He said, looking pretty embarassed.
"It's okay. I'm sorry. I should get back to the fire. I'm cold." I said, trying not to cry. I felt incredibly stupid for it too.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry." He said.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I said, wiping a tear from my cheek. I started walking back towards the fire, then stopped and looked behind me. Simon was still standing there, gazing out into the ocean.
I suddenly felt bad, so I walked back over to him.
"I'm sorry Simon." I said, stopping in front of him.
"No, it's okay." He said.
"To be honest, I'm still dealing with a lot of stuff, and all I can handle right now is a friend." I told him.
"Well, I am a pretty good friend." He told me.
"Thank you." I said, and smiled. "What do you say we continue our walk?"
"I would love to." He said, holding out his arm. I linked mine with his, and we strolled along the beach.
"There you losers are!" Trev shouted when we made our way back to the fire, and the party. "You're missing all the fun!" He was obviously drunk. Connie came running up to him, and jumped on his back, giggling. She was pretty drunk too.
"GUYS! There is a ton of beer, come on! Catch up!" She shouted. Trev started galloping around, neying like a horse. I started laughing pretty hard.
"Beer?" Simon asked me.
"Oh, no thanks. I stopped after- after I left home." I told him.
"Okay. Come on, I'll introduce you to some people." He said, and took my hand. We walked around, meeting everyone and having a pretty good time. Since Simon and I weren't drinking, we started getting pretty tired. He offered to give me a ride home, and I accepted.
Well, this is it." I said, opening my front door. "Not much, but it's home now." I said, setting my purse and keys on the counter.
"It's only a little smaller then the place I share with Pete and Trev. I like it." He said, looking around. "Who is this?" he asked, picking up a framed picture I had on top of my TV.
"Those are my friends." I said, taking it from him, and sittimg down on the couch. He sat down next to me. It was a picture of Me, my old dog Cooper, and my old friends from when we first opened our bar. We were all standing out front.
"Thats, me, obviously." I said, pointing to me. "And this is Luke, Abby, Cooper, and-" I took a deep breath. "And Charlie." I wispered, trying not to cry.
"Hey, it's okay." he said, taking the picture from me and setting it aside.
"I'm sorry. I still havn't gotten over-" I said, this time I was crying.
"Shhh. You don't have to tell me." He said, putting his hand over mine.
"I eventualy am going to have to get over this. You're my friend, right?" I asked him.
"Yes." He said.
"Then I'll tell you." I said, wiping my eyes.
"Charlie, Luke, Abby, and I had been friends since highschool...we did everything together. We even opened up the bar and music venue in the picture I showed you, together. Charlie killed himself about four months ago." I said. It was the first time I had really mentioned it since the whole thing happened...I hadn't even talked about it with My old friends. I started crying, so I stood up.
"I'm sorry, I havn't really talked about it before." I said. He stood up and hugged me.
"It's okay, I'm glad you did. It'll help you get over it if you talk about it when you're ready." He said.
"Thanks." I said.
"I'd love to hear about him." He said, looking at me. It made me smile. We sat back down on the couch, and I started sharing stories about Charlie. I shared old stories of when we were friends, and the adventures we had with the bar. I didn't bring up any of the negative things that went on right before. I laughed, and even made Simon laugh a few times. It was nice sharing stories, and talking about Charlie. I almost felt like he was there.
"See, doesn't it feel good to talk about it?" Simon said.
"Yeah, it does. Thank you." I told him.
"Anything for a friend." He said. "I should probably get going, I've got work in the morning." He said.
"Okay. Thank you again." I told him, and gave him a hug. I let him out, then went to the drawer to put on Charlies bracelet. I found my journal, and after changing into pajamas I curled up in bed to read things about the past.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of someone knocking on my door. I yawned, and dragged myself out of bed to answer the door. When I opened it Simon was standing there with some coffee.
"Morning." He said, smiling.
"What the hell is wrong with you? It's like 7:00 in the morning." I saidd, rubbing my eyes. He walked in, and shut the door behind him.
"Sorry. I just thought you might like some coffee. I guess I'm just used to getting up early...early morning is when the surfing is at its best." He said, handing me a cup. "I didn't know what you liked, so I got you the Simon special.
"The Simon Special?" I asked, looking suspiciously at the cup of coffee.
"Get your filthy mind out of the gutter." He said, and I laughed. "It's a mocha cappichino with two espresso shots." He said.
"Holy shit! What are trying to do, make me expload?" I asked.
"Hey, caffine makes the world go round...double speed." He said, and I giggled.
"Here, help me make my bed into a couch." I told him. We folded up the fouton and sat down.
"So, what's going on today?" I asked him.
"Not too much." He said.
"Last night you said you had work in the morning." I told him.
"I thought I did. I don't go in until tomorrow. That is why I'm really up this early." He said, sipping his coffee. "What about you?" He asked. I just shrugged my shoulders.
"I'm not up to much. I guess I don't really know where I fit in around here." I explained.
"Well, you are going to hang out with me today then. Come on, lets go." He said, standing up.
"Uh...I havn't even showered yet!" I laughed.
"You look great, come on!" He said, pulling me up.
"Okay! At least let me change." I said.
"Okay, okay! Hurry up." He said. I just laughed, and found some clothes in my closet, then walked to into the bathroom to change. I brushed my teeth and made sure my hair looked okay. I felt kind of like a bum, but I had a feeling Simon didn't really care. I took a good look at myself and smiled. It felt like things were really looking up. When I walked up Simon was already standing up holding both of our cups, and my purse.
"What is the big hurry?" I asked him.
"I just get antsy. I've never been one to just sit around." He expained. I just smiled and shook my head.
That's how it was with Simon. He'd just show up unannounced and ready to go out and enjoy the world.
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