Becky+-+Lizzy,+Aaryne,+Emily+J

Siesta Key Beach with Becky and Ryan ==== ====  As I watch the palm trees blow past my window, I realize how much I don’t want to be here. We’re on the way to the beach from our hotel. My brothers next to me are discussing last night’s Yankee game as my mom is jamming to oldies songs on her iPod. I’d much rather be at the mall with my friends scoping out cute guys and trying on clothes at the new Juicy Couture store. Instead, I’m stuck with my dysfunctional family on a so-called “family vacation.”

As our Range Rover pulled into the Siesta Key Beach parking lot, I see a swarm of kids being chased by their parents. I guess this is a little kid beach. The only cute guys here will be six year olds that shop at the Children’s Place. Great. My brothers seem just as thrilled about being here as I am.

Mom turned around and said, “Cheer up guys, this’ll be fun…I hope.”

I rolled my eyes at the false statement. We pulled to a halt and then I finally saw //him.// The stranger had brown, swept to the side skater boy hair. His sparkling eyes were a beautiful shade of baby blue. His skin was tan, and he was tall, probably over 6’. The absolutely gorgeous stranger was just getting out of the water, shirtless, with a Hawaiian print surfboard in his right arm.

From a distance, I swear I saw him wink at me.

“Oh my gawd,” I gasped.

“What?” John, my brother asked.

“Ah, nothing,” I mumbled. I smiled to myself and I knew this was going to be a fun vacation.

I saw the surfer dude walk over to the snack stand and I suddenly realized that I was “hungry.”

As we walked from our car to the beach, I saw the gorgeous guy leaving from the snack bar with a soda in his hand. I wondered where he was going.

After we put all our things down, I went to the snack stand to look for the surfer dude. Sadly, he wasn't there. //Better luck next time,// I thought. My family said we will be coming back to this beach tomorrow, so I hope he's here again. I grabbed a Pepsi, my favorite soda, and lay my towel down on the moist, white sand, ready for boring day #1 on the Anderson family vacation.

When we arrived at the hotel later that day, I patted the pockets of my ripped jean shorts and realized that my iPhone wasn't in the pocket. I just got my iPhone as a gift from my parents on my last birthday. If I don't find it, I'll probably be stuck with my old T-Mobile Sidekick until I force my parents into buying me a new one. How was I going to communicate with my friends for a whole week if I didn't have my phone with me? I hesitated, but I didn't want to tell my parents until we got to the beach tomorrow. Maybe my phone would be in the lost and found or something.

"Beck, wheres your phone? Usually by this time you're chatting away with all of your friends," my Mom asked suspiciously.

"Umm, well...," I had to stop and think for a couple of seconds. "I figured since this is a family vacation..maybe I should spend more time with you guys...and..not..on my..phone...?" //Yeah, that worked,// I thought. I looked over at my Dad rolling his eyes because he knows me too well.

I really wanted to text my best friend Jess and tell her about how I saw that really hot surfer guy. I really hoped that tomorrow when we got to the beach I would see him again.

That night when my family went out to dinner, I was thinking about how much I wanted the night to fly by so I could see him the next day. I chowed down my lobster at the fancy restaurant and didn't talk much the whole night. My brothers, John and Chris, knew something was up, but they didn't mention anything about it.

//Whats that noise?// I wondered, still half-asleep in the next morning.

My mom was yelling, "Becky, get up, you have to get ready!"

I grumbled and ambled out of bed. I looked through my drawers to find the perfect bathing suit for the beach just in case I saw him again. I ended up choosing my black and pink Ed Hardy bikini.

As we walked down the hallways of the hotel to the elevator, I realized that I forgot to put my make-up on! "Oh no, mom I have to go back!" I said.

"No, Beck, there's no time, I know it's just cause you don't have any make-up on, but you look fine!"

I tried to sprint back, but before I knew it, my brother's arm was in front of me stopping me in my tracks.

It was only 11 am, and I was pumped for the beach. I made the short car ride pass by listening to my mix playlist on my iPod Touch.

When we arrived at the lovely beach, I stumbled out of the car into the hot sun. My family followed me and I was heading to find him. I took off my tube top and ripped jean shorts and lay down in my bathing suit on my towel. I threw on my Chanel sunglasses and scanned the whole beach to find him.

//No, that guy's ugly. No, that's a girl. No, he doesn't have a six-pack.// I thought. All of a sudden, there was a hot guy with a six-pack and gorgeous baby blue eyes walking out of the water.

"AAAHHHH!" I screamed...by accident?

Suddenly everyone's eyes were on me and my family. My parents and brothers looked at me like I was a maniac.

"Umm..nevermind, everything's okay," I reassured everyone.

I slowly walked over to him while thinking over what I should say. As soon as I got there, I tapped his left shoulder, and he turned around to look at me.

"Hey, is there a problem?" he asked me. "Uh..uh...," I couldn't talk. Finally I blurted out, "N-no, everything's .. wait what?"

He laughed just the way I'd imagine he would.

We stood there for a couple of awkward seconds and then he started to walk away.

I let him walk away until I realized that this is a once in a lifetime oppportunity. I couldn't let him get away from me if this was our only chance!

I shouted, "Wait! Don't leave me! We were meant to be!"

He turned around, pretended I wasn't crazy, and said, "Um, what?"

//Did I just say that out loud?// I thought. //We were meant to be? What was that all about?//

"Oh, by the way, what's your name?" I asked.

"Ryan. And you are?"

"Becky, but people call me Beck or Becks."

He nodded his head when his pocket began to ring with the song "Don't Trust Me" by 3OH!3.

"Oh. Em. Gee. That's the same ringtone I had....when I had my phone."

"Really? Because this isn't even my phone. I found it on the beach yesterday and picked it up hoping I could find the owner." He took a black iPhone out of his pocket and I gasped.

"Oh my gosh, I love you, that's my phone! I've been looking for it!" He handed it to me and I saw that I had 126 unread texts and 24 missed calls. Right as I was looking at my phone, I noticed him take out his Blackberry Curve and start to text someone. I waited until he was done so I could thank him for finding my phone. Finally I hear a text with the song "About a Girl" by The Academy Is... so I open the text from an unknown number.

It reads, "Would you like to go out with me?" At first I was shocked because I didn't know who it was. But then it all clicked. This was such a romantic way of him asking me out!

"How did you get my number?" I asked.

"Well, I added it to my phone, just incase anything happend. Look where we are now!" He laughed.

Just to be silly, I smiled at him as he was right in front of me and typed the words, "When and where?"

I was so thrilled that I couldn't even contain myself.

He walked over to me and said, "I love how you're so natural-looking. I hate it when girls try so hard to impress me."

I responded with, "Ha..oh yeah, that's me, natural." //I'm never wearing make-up again,// I thought.

When we were finally done talking, we settled with him coming over to my hotel so we could hang out.

My parents weren't too thrilled about this, considering it was supposed to be a family vacation with no boys allowed. But I didn't care at all. I still didn't want to be here in the first place.

He was coming over at 5 o'clock, and it was already 4:15. I decided to sit on my bed and check all my unread texts. After reading and responding to all my texts in the course of 45 minutes, I finally hear a knock at the door. My Dad opens the door and standing in front of his eyes is Ryan. I motion for my family to go away so I can be alone with Ryan. They understand me and leave after my mom gives me a kiss on my fore head. At last, I was alone with Ryan, the hot surfer. I must be the luckiest girl in the world.

He walked over to the chair and put his backpack on the ground. He pulled out a piece of fabric and I was puzzled. While walking over to the chair, he unfolded the fabric and I suddenly realized that it was a chair cover. He layed it down and sat on the chair.

"Um..why did you just do that?" I asked.

"Why not is the better question.Oh, you just got dissed!" Ryan said.

I let it go and sat down next to the TV and threw him the remote. He squealed and let it drop to the ground.

"Ewwww you silly, that's not clean!" He suddenly took out a pair of rubber gloves from his backpack.

After he puts them on his hands he said, "Much better! A clean hotel is a happy one!"

//What a freak,// I thought.

"I thought you were a bad boy, Ryan."

"Oh, I am!" And he takes out his Febreeze and sprays something on the wall. "Look! It's not my property! I'm a rebel. I just scented your name on the wall. Oh, I'm so bad." He winks at me.

"Um, Ryan, this has been..nice...but I think someone's calling me so you should probably go now."

"No one's calling you, you silly goose!" He giggled.

"Um..you're deaf K BYE!" I shouted at him. He was just too weird, I didn't want anything to do with him. I don't even wanna know what he would do when he sees my messy room.

"Fine, Beck-o, Beck-ay, Beck-erinooooo!" He said as he was walking over to the window.

"Excuse me, but there's a door over there," I informed him.

"I'm a rebel, remember? Good. Bye. You can have this in memory of me," he told me as he put his Febreeze down on the bed. Before I knew it he was opening the window and climbing onto the ground since we were on the first story.

"Alright...you do that.." I mumbled. He was so weird. I can't believe I wasted the beautiful first two days of my vacation on that loser. He was so gorgeous, too. Darn.

When I thought he was gone, all of a sudden I see something being chucked in my direction through my bathroom window. I heard a fizzle noise, and I walked in to see what was going on. Something was in my tub and I had no clue what the heck it was. I picked it up and it was moist, pink, and it smelled like grapefruit.

I heard him shout from outside the window, "Take that you filthy girl! In your face!" I peeked out the window and he ran away and I saw someone in a smart car come and pick him up. Those cars are so ugly.

Now that he was gone, I decided to call my parents to find out where they were right now.

"Mom, where are you?" I asked.

"We're at the bea- oh look! A smart car! I love those things. Oooooh, the guy inside is kind of cute. We should set you two up. Oh, wait, he has some weird rubber gloves on... and is that a bottle of Febreeze?" she said.

"Mom, come home, I want to hang with you guys, I feel so alone and un-loved," I cried.

Soon enough, my family was knocking at our hotel door. I let them in, and they saw that I looked a little sad. When my mom asked what was wrong and how my date went, I just ignored her and groaned.

"Becky, I don't know how your date went, but just know that we're always here for you if you need anything, and you know that."

"I know, Mom, and thanks for that. I'm just done with boys for a while. They're stupid, and I want to be single for a while."

My mom nodded her head and said, "Let's go back to the beach, it's nice and sunny over there and maybe the sun will make you feel better."

I was ready to enjoy my vacation with my family, because I know that they're the ones who make me happy. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.