<pre style="line-height: 12.75pt;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; color: #2a2a2a;">(hoas) chapter 2
The sound of the waves crashed on the sandy beach right outside my<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
window was music to my ears. Each wave a different sound weither you<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
could hear the difference or not. The sound of the wind blowing in the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
palm trees...
... And the sound of the 4 best guys you'll ever meet throughing small<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
shells at my window waiting for me to come out and surf with them.
I sat up quickly and giggled to myself as I swung my feet of the bed<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
and dashed for my dresser when my swimsuit was hidden. I quickly flung<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
off my pajama shorts and top then changed into my swimsuit.
By the time I got down stairs the 4 boys were already raiding the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
kitchen with my dad helplessly pushing them out of the way just trying<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
to get to the milk. I giggled to my self and it seemed to catch their<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
attention.
The first to notice was my bestest friend of all time pat, his sweet<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
laughter and mad surfing skills along with his deep singing voice that<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
could captivate any girl. But he was mine.
Fallowing pat was the ever so sweet and caring alex whos better at the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
books then the waves but he was still one of te best. He won over any<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
girl as soon as he walked in the room only by using his great looks<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
and mad drumming skills.
Ace, who only noticed me when alex smiled, was the roudy one of the 4.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
And since he was the oldest he got more respect from us... Not! He<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
only gained out respect with his wicked bass guitar skills and mad<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
surfing tecneeks.
Last but not least Kenny. He glanced over his shoulder while eating an<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
apple. He was so gorgeous and tall I just couldn't help myself. His<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
voice was just as good as his looks, he had a slightly deeper singing<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
voice then ace. But that didn't matter because even if he wasn't a<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
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Heart of a surfer
Romance(REVISING) Charlotte grew up around boys her whole life. Her four best friends, Havecce (or ace as he likes to be called), Kendal, Alex, and her best friend since birth, Patrick. The five of them together were unstoppable and unforgettable with diff...
