As Told By Alizen(:

It was the summer of ’09 and after horribly breaking up with my boyfriend of eight months, I was in desperate need of a distraction. As most teenagers are wont to do, Coley dragged me to the Santa Monica Pier in the hopes of cheering up my battered soul.
“Love doesn’t last forever,” she assured me, “and especially for two naive sixteen year olds.”
“Ian is seventeen,” I corrected.
She rolls her eyes before slapping a sopping wet clump of sea sand onto my $34.99 destroyed jean Hollister shorts, a pair that I had ironically received from my now-ex a month into the relationship. “You know what I mean.”
And I did know what she meant, because my usually rosy-cheeked, golden tan complexion had mutated into a hideous pasty white. Gone were the days of brown pleather jackets over a summery halter top matched with dark navy blue skinnies and my favorite Geringer heels. The almighty Leila Carter has stepped down from her throne. After all, what sort of A-list queen can hold her head up when her physically perfect Ken-like, soccer playing boyfriend isn’t matched like Paris Hilton’s purse dog? I hate to say it, but my life was beginning to feel like one of those cheesy Lifetime movies no one but dateless geeks dedicate their Friday nights to. But, in honor of my 10-year strong relationship with the one and only girl I could so easily call my best friend, I decided to put it all aside for a bare minimum of four hours. Besides, sun, sand, bikinis and tanning oil; what’s a blonde Californian to lose?
After precariously smoothing the SPF 15 Banana Boat tanning oil, I plug myself into my musical nirvana of David Guetta and his techno beats. Somewhere in the middle of “When Love Takes Over” and “Sexy Chick” a heavy thump collides against my left leg and I quickly jolt my eyes open to see what maniacal five-year-old threw their Tickle Me Elmo on my side of the beach. Instead of making some devilish eye contact with a half naked snot-nosed brat, my view is distorted by the silhouette of a masculine figure. As he inches forward to claim the sandy Spalding volleyball lying three inches away from me I sit up and gracefully lower my shades. To my disbelief, not only did my eyes fall upon a boy with approximately a 5’9″ build sporting the godliest six pack abs that could clearly put David Beckham to shame, but his two crystal blue eyes were so tantalizing that even the most offensive of crimes could have been easily assuaged with just one glance.
“Sorry,” he says, ruffling his wet hair with his right hand as I get a perfect view of his toned biceps. “Scott’s kind of an idiot when it comes to beach volleyball.”
I pull my shades up, brushing my dirty blonde hair out of my face and smirk. “Wouldn’t have expected a boy to be bad at a sport.”
He smiles as he leans down and picks the ball up with one hand. “Look I uh, wanna make it up to you, for interrupting your…”
“It’s fine,” I say as I nod my head assuringly. “Happens all the-”
“She’d love to play a game against you,” Coley interjects as she ties the bikini strap on her back and gets up slowly, stretching out her arms before looking at me. “Right?”
Beach babe grins and tosses the ball over to me. “If you’re so concerned about us BOYS playing horribly, maybe you should teach us how to be better?”
He winks before turning 180 and sauntering off to his bumbling monkey of a friend and Coley gives her signature “Am I good or what?” look. I roll my eyes mockingly as I shove the ball into her lap so I can stand up properly. “Last I checked you werent my mother, and I’m perfectly capable of making my own decisions, thankyouverymuch!”
She tosses the ball back to me before lifting herself off the Little Mermaid towel sprawled across the bed of sand. “Fine, but when you get with him, you know who to thank. Besides, how could you say no to that wonderful backside?”

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The inspiration~
This story is only one part of a continuous weekly reader whose title is yet to be named. For more of this, be sure to check in next week~ Special thanks go out to Crystal, who gave me the idea of being creative(: