Life’s a Beach
“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for thirty minutes!” snapped Hope.
“You’re never ready when I get here, what did you expect?”
Today was their eighth month anniversary, and all he wanted was a nice date for once. They had plans to go to Huntington Beach to watch the Vans US Open surfboarding competition; but like usual, Hope was acting up.
“Well after all this time together Bryson, I would trust that you would be a little more considerate,” answered Hope.
“You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry. Can we go now? I don’t want to miss any of waves; today is supposed to be the best weather this week,” he sympathized back.
“Fine, but I’m hungry. Can we stop by McDonald’s on the way there?” she said as she shut the door of the car.
Bryson rolled his eyes and muttered, “Yeah sure, we’ll see if there’s time to get some.”
The eager couple couldn’t wait to get to their destination as they sat through the constant red lights together.
“Why is there so much traffic today? Can’t you see I’m over here dying of hunger?”
“I mean, it’s the US Open. It’s always crowded. Why didn’t you just eat at home?”
“Because all I wanted today was some damn chicken nuggets,” she sobbed.
“Okay let’s find one right now for you,” assured Bryson as he had Hope ask Google where the nearest McDonald’s was. After a couple of U-Turns and running several yellow lights, Bryson frantically made it to the 5-Star restaurant.
As they pulled up to the drive-thru window, the microphone spoke out, “Welcome to McDonald’s. What can I get for you today?”
Hope leaned over to look at the menu more closely and told Bryson what she wanted. Bryson responded to the drive-thru attendant, “Hi. Can I get the 20-piece McNuggets along with a medium fries?” The worker recounted his order and told him to pay at the next window. Bryson looked over at Hope, and for the first time today she seemed content. What does McDonald’s have that I don’t? he thought to himself.
While eating her chicken nuggets, Hope sang along to the radio, “So I put my hands up I’m singing my song, the butterflies fly away. Nodding my head like yeah, movin my hips like--.”
“Hey! Can you like shut up, please? I can’t drive with your singing and arms flailing all over the car.”
“Well how else am I supposed to pass the time with your slow driving?! How far are we anyway?” she stressed as they pulled into the parking lot.
“If you opened your eyes a bit you would see that we’re here already. Can you grab my wallet for me? I need $10 for parking.”
Bryson reluctantly gave the parking attendant his $10 and now Hope and he were finally on their way to watch the best surfers in the world compete in their home state.
As they were walking towards the left of the pier, where the competition is held, they passed a couple of restaurants and shoved their way through the large crowds. They walked hand-in-hand letting their worries diminish by the second.
“Let’s put our stuff down right here, I don’t want to be too close to anyone,” decided Bryson.
“Alright, can we please go to the shore? I’m about to get skin cancer from the sun.”
“You’re the sunshine in my life.”
“Nevermind, you’re the reason I’m gonna get skin cancer,” groaned Hope.
On their way to the shore, Hope sighed telling Bryson that she forgot her sunglasses in her bag and scurried back to their spot. As Bryson stared off at the waves, he noticed a girl approach him.
“Hey I’m sorry to come off as so nosy but, is that your girlfriend? Because if that is then golly you’re a lucky guy!”
Confused, Bryson exclaimed, “Uh yeah, that is my girlfriend. She’s the center of my world, I’d do anything for her.”
“I’m glad to hear that because if you didn’t then I’d probably have to hurt you and take her from you myself,” the girl emphasized as she winked at Bryson with a smirk on her face. “I’m so sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Ashley.”
“Oh it’s no problem, I’m Bryson. It’s nice to meet you Ashley. But yeah that girl who was with me is all mine and I’m planning on keeping it that way for a long time. But maybe you’ll meet another lovely gal here today! It won’t be hard, it’s a nice day at the beach,” he chuckled.
“I definitely hope so! I need someone to go eat with soon! Oh look here comes the angel you stole from me. I should get going before she notices me drooling at her presence. It was nice meeting you Bryson!”
“Go drool over there in the ocean! I’ll see you around Ashley.”
With smoke fuming out of her ears, Hope furiously stomped towards Bryson.
“Who the hell is that?! Why on Earth did I just see that girl wink at you?! Bryson I can’t believe what I just saw right now! I leave you alone for five minutes and this is what you do?!”
“You know how I feel about you talking to other girls, let alone them flirting all over you!
“You’re just like my exes, you can never stay loyal to me. Me! The girl who has been treating you like a king for the past--”
“Babe stop! It’s not what it looks like at all! She’s into you!”
“....What? No I don’t believe you, you’re just saying things now.”
“She winked at me because she joked about stealing you from me. She walked away when you came because you were walking back and she was nervous to be face-to-face with you,” Bryson explained.
“Oh my goodness. Bryson I’m so sorry. I’m embarrassed and flattered at the same time. I didn’t mean to come off like that I swear. Can you please forgive me?” pleaded Hope.
“Of course, it was an honest mistake. Let’s just forget about it and get on with today. Let’s focus on these waves and admire how good these athletes are today. And hey, that won’t be the last time you see her today, she’ll be walking near us having her eyes locked on you the whole day.”
The couple sat on the beach content that they’ve put up with each other for the past eight months despite all the fights and struggles they’ve been through.
© Cameron Kingkeo
Bio: Cameron Kingkeo drives barefoot to the beach every morning. He is a volleyball connoisseur who masochistically challenges people six inches taller than him. When he’s not picking sand off his body he can be found relaxing at his local In-n-Out.