All At Sea by Pepper Ellison Read Free Book Online Page B

after you’ve punched each other in the guts a few times, everything can go back to normal. Girls can hold a grudge over stupid stuff for years! My laundry beeper just went off. Duds are done drying. Have to take them out before Lachie steals them.
    How good is a laundromat that serves bourbon in a can? Why didn’t I think of that?
     
     
    Wednesday 26 th February 11.24pm
    —Rub-a-Dub Pub Coin Laundry & Liquor—
    Anyway, so you’re not a virgin. I’m surprised because you look like a girl who hasn’t been made love to. Maybe you still haven’t.
    You will have that one day. I hope you do anyway.
    I’m just saying that the way you feel when you first see your wave coming - you want it. You paddle towards it with your whole body, and you crouch up and then you’re coasting along the face of the wave, and it’s still hard work, but it feels great.
    It can be a million times better than that, like you’re working so hard that you’re shuddering with the strain of it, and clinging to the other person as if you’re on the edge of a cliff, and exhilarated, and you can let go, and just be a creature. We are all beasts really, but you have to find someone who makes you feel safe enough to be one.
    That’s what I think anyway.
     
     
     
    Thursday 27 th February 12.12am
    —Waikiki Yacht Club—
    I hope I have that one day, too. That I find someone like that and it goes like that. For the record, I don’t want to imply that my experiences were completely unpleasant. Just a bit one-sided, I think. Mr. Greedy being the primary beneficiary. :/ I have nothing to compare it to so I guess I don’t know if it was truly, truly terrible. It wasn’t what you’re describing though, not even close. I guess it remains to be seen if I’ll give and receive what you’re describing. It’s nice to think it’s possible. Thanks for phrasing it so well. (I’ve read it ten times at least...gah...)
    Off to take a cold shower, now. Lol.
     
     
    Thursday 27 th February 12.14am
    —Waikiki Yacht Club—
    (I’m a beast and don’t know it yet, huh? Whew!)
     
     
    F riday 28 th February 9.08pm
    —Moon Bowl—
    Hey, you. Cristina and I are at glow-in-the-dark bowling. My ball keeps bouncing into the other lane. Wanna meet up?
     
     
    Saturday 1 st March 10.12pm
    —Waikiki Yacht Club—
    It’s been three days since we talked last. For some reason I feel the need to know what you’re doing right now. It’s after dark so you’re not surfing. Unless night-surfing’s a thing? Do people do that? Dumb question, sorry.
    Soooooo, anything interesting going on with Kody? Are you out somewhere that can accommodate the underaged?
     
     
    Sunday 2 nd March 4.10am
    —Waikiki Yacht Club—
    Well, that’s four messages on my end. Five counting this one. I’m assuming you’re pissed about something. Maybe me hanging out with Lachie a few days back? I tagged along to Foodland. He bought milk, bread, and an overpriced jar of fermented yeast spread. We hung out on the boat after, played darts, and he made me a disgusting sandwich. Big deal.
     
     
    Sunday 2 nd March 8.15am
    — Fitness Center at Waikiki Yacht Club —
    Okay, last chance. Six unreturned messages is the point where I take my ball and go home.
     
     
    Sunday 2 nd March 8.17am
    — Island Golf and Country Club —
    Hi sorry I have this other job that I do from time to time. I think I said that. Quite a lot of surf videos and magazines are shot on location here and I sometimes help out with that. It’s not as glamorous as it sounds. I scout the best waves for what they want to shoot on that day. Sometimes I train the actor a bit. I’m an extra if they want to film someone surfing.
    Reception wasn’t very good at the place where we were.
    (Remember the secret beach we went to the other day? They did some episodes of “Lost” there.)
    Usually I stay at my friend’s place. She’s a producer, and we’ve normally got quite a bit to catch up on because she’s really busy and