As my high started to ware off I decided it was time to chill out and smoke
another bowl. It had been hours since my last bowl. I climbed up to my rock over
looking the ocean, My place of peace. I smoke out on this rock every day. Sitting down
I begain to pull out my trusty glass pipe when I heard foot steps behind me. I shoved
the pipe back in my pocket.

"Carmen?"

"No, Spencer actually."

"Oh, What do you want?" I snapped rolling my eyes.

"Ouch" She screamed grabbing her ankle. "Shit."

"Oh my god, What happend? Are you okay?" I jumped to my feet rushing to her. "Oh
lord your bleeding." I carfully lifted her up on to the rock I had been sitting on moments
before.

"It hurts." She cryed.

"I know sweetheart, Just sit tight." I took off my hoodie laying it behind her. "Lay back
a bit and hold this over it." I said ripping a peice of my wife-beater off and putting in
on the rather large cut. "Apply preasure, I’ll be right back I swear."

          I took off running towards my house that was not to far away from where she
was. I walked in kicking some of the junk on the floor out of the way. The place I’m
living at is actually an old shack some surfers use to hang out in. It has no kitchen but
it has a shower, toilet and I had a couch in it. I grabbed some proxide and a band-aid
from the bathroom and hauled ass back to spencer.

"Alright, give me your leg babe." She placed it in my lap and I carefully removed the
peice of fabric. "This may hurt a bit okay." she nodded as I slowly pour the fizzing
liquid on her leg. she flinched alittle before relaxing. "Fuck, I need something the dry
your leg she I can put a band-aid on it." I thought for a minute before standing up
and pulling my shirt off in one quick motion. Spencer’s eyes grew wide as she starred
at me.

"Um…Uh.."Spencer stammered nervously.

"Relax, I’m just cleaning off your leg." I reasured her before taking my shirt and whipping
off her wet leg. I blew on her leg then ran my fingers across her smooth skin. I placed
a band-aid on her and patted her thigh. "All set." I whispered pulling my hoodie back on.

"Thanks, But it still hurts…" she gave me her puppy dog eyes.

"Well what do you want me to do about it?"

"I think it needs a kiss." She smiled one of the most genuine smiles I’ve ever seen.

"You can’t be serious?" I asked raising an eyebrow. She simply pouted and batted those
long eyelashes. "Fine." i sighed leaning down and placeing a soft kiss on top of the
band-aid.

"See, it feels better now." She smiled again.

"Anywho…" I rolled my eyes once more.

"So, Uh, you and that carmen girl friends?"

"God no." I exclaimed.

"Well who is she?"

"A Stupid spoiled whore." I stated simply.

"I really don’t think shes Paris Hilton." She laughed. "Come on you can tell me."

"She an Ex." I clearified.

"Oh, Well I take it you guys ended things on a bad note. I mean you didn’t seem
very happy to see her…"

"Lets just say her, Beer and a skank names maria don’t mix well." I spouted lamely.

"Oh, well do you have a girlfriend now?" She asked blushing.

"Uh, no. I’m not into ‘Relationships’. " I said using air quotations.

"Well, Considering you have an ex, I would think at one point you were…"

"Where are you going with this." I hissed getting annoyed.

"Never mind. Sorry." And for the first time I saw what people look like when they say
sorry and actually mean it.

"Whatever its cool. Look I got to get going." I said standing up and streching.

"Oh, Okay." She said sounding disappointed.

"Um, This may sound weird, But do you wanna do something later?" I asked nervously.

"Yeah, Sure." She smiled.

"Cool, So I’ll meet you on the peir about 7-ish."

"SOunds good."