A Summer Romance

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Name: Abigail "Abby" Worthington
Age: 18
Hair: Wavy, light brown, Just past the shoulders
Eyes: Sky Blue
Skin: Fair
Body: 5'6", great body, long legs, curves in all the right places

IC:

Abby looked out the from the balcony of her new home for the summer, admiring the ocean view.

Her father had been offered a chance to start up a company in Switzerland so she was spending the summer with her Aunt in her large beach house in Hawaii. Hawaii was big change for her. In Hawaii, most people just walked around in bathing suits like they were going to the beach even if they weren't. Abby hadn't worn a bathing suit since she was six. In New York, she was considered high society and dressed as such. She was always stylish and usually always covered up. In Hawaii, everything was colorful and natural.

She looked out at all the people at the beach and all the surfers then she looked down at her own clothes. She was wearing grey dress pants with a black dress shirt and black high heels. She went downstairs to where her aunt was in the kitchen. Her Aunt Lina was wearing a long, bright- colored saronge with her bathing suit. She also wore a flower in her hair. She had lived in Hawaii for ten years and adapted well.

Lina looked up as Ally walked into the kitchen then plopped onto a chair in front of her. She smiled and said, "Ally, perk up. You're in Hawaii! You've been here almost half a day and all you've done is mope around. Go to the beach... do something!"

Abby shook her head and said, "Aunt Lina..... Hawaii is not my style. I don't even own a bathing suit." Aunt Lina pulled a bag out of a cabinet and said, "I've taken care of that. I bought you six bathing suits. I hope that's enough."

Abby looked in the bag and said, "It's too much, considering I don't plan on wearing them."

Aunt Lina pointed at her sternly and said, "Go put on a bathing suit. Get a saronge from my room. Be down here in fifteen minutes. I've asked my neighbor's son to show you around. He's your age. I think you'll like him."

Abby pulled herself out of the chair and headed up the stairs to her room, "I doubt it."

She changed into a pink bikini and grabbed a white saronge from her Aunt's room. She wrapped it firmly around her waist. She tied her hair up in a messy bun and went downstairs. She yelled to Aunt as she descended down the stairs, "I think I'm too pale for Hawaii."

She stopped in her tracks when she saw the neighbor's son. She regained her composure and attitude. She walked over to her aunt and waited for an introduction.

Aunt Lina smiled and said, "This is my niece, Abby. Abby, this is...."

((Alrighty.... I need my neighbor's son. ))
 
Is this thread open to anyone? If so, I'd love to play. ;)
 
You know, Elbigirid, I already posted, but go ahead now. Ta.
 
Name: Kelly Hikolau
Age: 18
Hair: Short, wild, black
Eyes: Sea green, laughing
Skin: Coppery, darkly tanned
Body: Just under six feet tall, lean and athletic; a surfer and swimmer's physique.



The neighbour's son stood glancing off over the white crescent of the beach until he heard the front door of the Worthington house open.

Like a lilly goddess... Kelly thought, trying not to stare at Abby's exquisite form. Wait, didn't Venus come out of the ocean, rather than head towards it? His eyes absorbed the contrasts and compliments between brown hair, fair skin, pink and white clothing - what little there was of it - and the question slipped out of his mind.

"Aloha, Abby," he smiled, swallowing his nervousness with a show of ease. "I'm Kelly." He leaned forward slightly, holding out his hand.

He wore a pair of turquoise and dark grey board shorts, and a white vest that seemed thrown on as an afterthought, and hardly obscure the lean muscles of his chest and stomach. The smell of salt hung about him slightly, as if he'd only recently emerged from the water himself.

Wow... when mom said Mrs. Worthington wanted me to show someone around, I thought I was going to be dealing with some spoiled New York girl... didn't realise she'd be such a fox!

"So, ahh... you only just got here?" Kelly asked.


(OOC: Sorry, gibe, man... honestly didn't realise you had bagsied!)
 
Abby walked out to meet her new tour guide. As she noticed him, her jaw almost dropped, but her sophisticated nature kept that from happening. He was nothing like the guys she was around in New York. They were all put together well, but there was something about this guy that was appealing to even her very picky eye. She tried not to stand there admiring him for long. Gathering her composure, she walked confidently over to him.

She was thinking, He looks even better up close. Shut up, Abby! This guy is definitely not your type.

Her thoughts were interrupted when he said, ""Aloha, Abby, I'm Kelly." She leaned in and took his outstretched hand, shaking it professionally. He then asked, "So, ahh... you only just got here?"

She nodded her head and said, "Yes, I just arrived this morning." She had to pull her gaze away from his beautiful green eyes to regain composure, but she soon noticed that he was just as captivated as she was.
 
Kelly was reluctant to peel his fingers away from hers, despite the somewhat curt feeling of her handshake, but finally managed it. Looking away from those azure eyes was a separate, even harder challenge. He cleared his throat. "I guess that means you haven't seen much of it yet, then?"

He stepped aside just as a breaker hurled itself onto the shore, a shower of sapphires against the coral-whiteness of the beach. The palm trees and the branches of the massive, gnarled banyan that separated the houses from the beach seemed to nod to Abby as the sound of the waves rushed over them.

He kicked at the sand with his bare feet, looking at the early afternoon vista himself for a moment. One hand tucked in the pocket of his board shorts, the other swinging freely at his side, he looked back at her, his head tilted slightly so that his wild, shadowy hair danced across his forehead. "So, I'll be showing you around, then." He smiled, looking not at all unhappy about this turn of events.

"What're you into... surfing, wakeboarding, or windsailing? Either way, the weather's looking good. If you prefer hiking, I know this great trail along the cliffs, that way..." He stretches his arm past her, pointing.
 
Abby had to admit that the beach was beautiful and she was almost mesmorized by the waves as they broke along the shoreline. She also seemed to be a little mesmorized by Kelly, glancing between him and the water unseen.

He was so natural, like the islands. He seemed free which was so unlike the guys she knew from back home that were more comfortable in a business suit than a bathing suit. She looked down at her bathing suit and decided she was as well. She swiftly crossed her arms across her body.

Her thoughts were interrupted when he said, What're you into... surfing, wakeboarding, or windsailing? Either way, the weather's looking good. If you prefer hiking, I know this great trail along the cliffs, that way...

She replied with a shrug, "I've never done any of it. There isn't much surf in New York City and there is certainly no where to hike unless you want to hike through Central Park....which I wouldn't recommend." She ended with a shy smile as she looked away from him to the water.
 
"Well, we're pretty short of muggers and murders here," Kelly smiles at her, his teeth shining pearlescent.

His eyes drop momentarily as Abby folds her arms. She may be trying to hide herself... but that gesture actually accentuates her quite nicely, he thinks. He shifts his feet when she smiles, struck by the way her face lights up, even though her gaze slides away from him. It makes him long to see her smile again... amongst other things.

"Really? You've never surfed, or anything?" he shakes his head in gentle disbelief. "We'll have to correct that, first thing we do." Kelly hops down from the road in front of the house onto the sandy grass verge that leads to the beach. "See you later, Mrs. Worthington!" he calls to Abby's aunt, as he offers the young woman his arm to help her down.
 
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