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 Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 1:23 pm
Milo had heard of physical exercise for fun, but he had never believed that anyone actually enjoyed it. He stared uncomprehendingly at Nerissa, then said "Wait, are you serious?"
It didn't matter, his mind interjected, he was doomed anyway, so he might as well die in a hideous surfing accident with a girl who was more likely to make out with him than most instead of alone. "Okay, fine." he said, caving to her expectations, "But if I get hurt, I'm going to bleed over everything."
It was the start of a hideous friendship or something like that, he supposed. Something touchy-feely with surfboards and probable death.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 1:35 am
She had herded him onto the board now, and was pushing him out to the water. When she could no longer stand on the sandy bottom of the lake, she leapt easily onto the board and started to paddle them the rest of the way out to the bigger waves. "Okay, shoobie," she said brightly, "hang tight, dude, or you'll fly off!"
With that, she sent them careening wildly into a wave. This might have gone poorly, but Nerissa really knew what she was doing. They made it clean through the barrel, barely even wet. It was impressive, until--
"Dude, totally gnarly," said Nerissa. "Didn't even wipe! C'mon, shoobie, that was totally tubular!"
She kissed him smack on the nose.
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