Everything was spinning.

Ryan had given me way too much to drink. Our group had been here for nearly four hours now, and not one of us could stand. We were all trashed, and the club was about to close so we were being rushed out.

Ryan, Sid, and Mckayla all latched on to me, who seemed to be the worst off. Cassie had disappeared earlier in the night saying she was tired and wanted to go to bed. I, however, decided to stay with the rest of them.

We were stumbling to the door, when I had accidentally tripped over a loose wire. Being as drunk as I was, Ryan and them let me slip right through their fingers- except, I didn't fall. Somebody else caught me, and guess who it was!

When I looked up, I immediately gagged, "You again."

Charlie looked upset, "How are you drunk right now?"

I gave him a very woozy shrug, "You didn't give me a wristband."

"Shit." He spat, rubbing his face roughly. He rubbed his chin for a second while looking around. My guess was that he was looking to see if anyone important was watching. He then turned to my friends, "Alright, I'm going to take her with me."

While Sid wasn't about to allow that, Ryan quickly stepped forward and gave the okay. I shot daggers in his direction. He knows very well I don't want anything to do with this man.

"No!" I whined, pushing Charlie's body away from mine, "I'll walk myself."

"You can't," Charlie sighed, "You're wasted."

"Am not." I fought back, right before almost falling over a chair behind me. Once again, Charlie grabbed my waist- pulling me back upright.

"I'm taking you home." With a firm grab, he yanked me away from my friends. While Mckayla and Sid looked uneasy, Ryan stood there waving happily with a mischievous smirk. That boy set me up- and he was definetly going to hear about it the next time I see him.

I struggled with keeping up with Charlie's pace, constantly trying to release his grip from my arm. "You don't have to- squeeze so hard."

Charlie loosened his grip, but ignored me. Usually he would have bounced back with something that was meant to make him sound superior. He didn't do that this time, though.

"Why do you feel the need to take me home." I asked, in between heavy breaths. Alcohol and nearly running don't mix very well.

This time, he did respond. "Because- I didn't give you the wristband. I feel responsible, and your friends were in no way capable of getting you home safely."

I rolled my eyes. Stupid lifeguards and their 24/7 need of saving people. He was a bouncer now, not a lifeguard. Besides, I'm not even his problem. He barely knows me.

He stopped at an older Jeep Cherokee, fumbling with the passengers door until it opened. As if he already knew I was going to put up a fight, he quickly spun me around and lifted me into the car seat. I furrowed my brows when he shut the door. How did he know I was going to run?

Charlie hopped into the drivers seat, and started his car. "Where do you live?" He asked, while backing out of the parking spot.

I sat there for a second trying to remember the new address. Normally I would be able to reply, but Cassie and I had just moved in today. I wasn't familiar with our address now.

"Tell me you know." He begged.

I flashed him an apologetic look, "I think-maybe it's on my phone."

When I went to grab my phone, I realized that it had died just about an hour ago. It didn't matter much then, because I was having a good time- but now, I was screwed. Without the address, how was I going to get home? It's not like I was in the right mindset to go based off of what I passed on the way there.

"Um, it's dead."

Charlie muttered something I couldn't comprehend under his breath. It was probably him swearing to himself. He typically did that. "I have a charger back at my place."

"I don't want to go to your house." I slurred, leaning my head up against his car window.

He chuckled, "Well, you don't have anywhere else to go."

For the remainder of the five minute car ride, the two of us were completely silent. Normally we couldn't stop fighting. Was it weird to assume that him seeing me this way changes things?

Not that there was really anything to change. We had only met earlier today.

Charlie pulled into the driveway of a complete surfer shack. It was a two storied home held up on wooden stilts. The front yard was decorated in tall palm trees as well as bamboo plants. The house itself was a vibrant yellow. On the outside walls hung a few surfboards- my guess was they were vintage.

I watched him get out of the car and come around to my side of it. Charlie opened the door, and then once again, picked me up to get me out. This time, I let him. I've already put him through enough.

When he opened his front door, I was emerged into a world of simplicity- and wood. Wooden floors, tables, chairs, and even walls. I'd imagine that too much wood wouldn't look right, but for some odd reason it did here.

Charlie sat me down on his couch, and then disappeared into his kitchen for a moment. I could hear the faint sound of cabinets closing behind me. He came out shortly holding a glass filled with a green liquid.

"Here," he said, handing the glass to me, "Drink this."

I scrunched my nose, "Why?"

Charlie huffed, "Would you just drink it?"

Rolling my eyes, I sipped his drink to make him happy. Before I knew it, I was gagging uncontrollably. Through my teary eyes and throbbing face I swear I saw him smiling. Of course he was getting a good kick out of this- he poisoned me!

"What did you give me." I barely managed to say.

Charlie handed me another glass of water, "Just something to sober you up."

And oddly, his drink had work. I felt completely fine, which clearly wasn't how I was feeling earlier. He took the repulsive drink away, and came back with a phone charger. "Plug your phone in."

I didn't fight him on this one. The quicker I charged my phone, the faster I'd get out of here. The last thing I wanted right now was to be stuck in his home. Major no thanks!

"I'm sorry you had to see me this way." I huffed, not really wanting to apologize to him for anything, but at the same time feeling like I at least owed him that for taking care of me- even though I did never ask him too.

He shook his head, "Nah, it's cool."

"That's totally something guys say when It's not cool, and they just want to be nice." I pointed out, lying back on his couch while raising one of my eyebrows.

Charlie shrugged, "Don't you think I would have told you if it weren't?"

He did have a point. For the past day, the two of us have been going back and forth. This would have been a perfect opportunity for him to take a good hit at me. I found it odd that he didn't.

"You know-" I began, figuring one of us had to say it, "-this doesn't make us friends."

Charlie just chuckled, "Fine by me."

I nodded, "Good."

There was a short silence while I continued to scan the rest of his place. It was very open having no walls blocking the kitchen from the living room. This reminded me of the cottage Cassie and I had just moved in to. There were two doors within the whole first floor. One led to the bathroom, and the other, his garage.

I stood up, walking towards the two doors that sat next to each other. Charlie quickly jumped up behind me.

"Where are you going?" He asked, sounding a bit concerned. I wonder why he's acting so weird. Does he have something to hide?

"Which one's the bathroom?" I asked, placing my hand on the door closest to the front of the house.

"Stop!" He shouted, grabbing my arm and pulling me back a bit, "Don't go in there."

"Why not?" I questioned. I loved how it noticeably pissed him off a bit.

"Because-"

Before he could finish, I broke free and opened the door. It was the garage- only, it wasn't a regular one. I flipped on the lights, and walked down the staircase in utter awe. The whole entire room smelt like fresh sawdust from all the scraps of wood sprawled out within the air. Charlie had his own little workshop down here, and it was for surfboards.

I ran my hand along the one he had set up on his worker's table, "You make these?"

His cheeks turned a vibrant red as he awkwardly shrugged his shoulders, "I guess so- they're not that good."

I shook my head, "They're beautiful."

My father had never taught me to surf like I had wanted. In order to be good you have to start out at a young age. That was never an option for me, for my father was always so against the idea of surfing. Being in the Coast Guard he knew all about the dangers of being a surfer. That's why I wasn't allowed to try it.

"Do you surf?" He asked, walking over to the same board I was already looking at.

"I wish," I scoffed, "My father never liked the idea of it."

"Do you... want to learn?"

My eyes lit up. "You would teach me?"

"It would have to be early in the morning's- but yea, I don't see why not."

For a second I grew extremely happy. Surfing had always been something I've wanted to try. The way people glide on the waves and bond with the water was magical. That's a feeling I wanted to experience.

"I can do that!" I jumped up and down with the excitement of a little girl. One of my goals in life was to learn how to surf. Who knew my lessons would come from someone I don't really get along with, though.

Charlie nodded, "We can start Monday."

I mirrored his nod, holding out my hand for him to shake it. Things like this needed to be guaranteed, because nobody gets to mess with my dreams that way. Charlie hesitantly grabbed it- probably because it seemed out of the ordinary for him to shake on an agreement this little. It wasn't so small to the both of us, though. This was something I had wanted for years.

After letting my hand go, Charlie just stared at me for a moment. I watched as a small smirk grew upon his lips. Why was he staring at me that way? He better not be getting any ideas. This surfing arrangement we had was strictly business.

"This doesn't make us friends either." I had to say, breaking the weird silence that made me uncomfortable.

And there he was again, rolling his eyes. "Let's just get you home, now."