• HEATHER •
*Eliott pov
"Phew, bit a steep one, eh?" I bend my knees a tad, peering down the slope before us.
"I expected something a little less... vertical." Ivan admits, can't say I disagree either.
Chase, forever unperturbed, brushes our comments off, handing us yellow boards. "Very nice, just like home."
"I think that's why New Zealand has such a small population." I mutter my nerves away, or at least try to, "It's cuz they all die bombing it down sand dunes."
Ivan and Riley mirror my apprehensions, though Tyler and Shelby seem more eager than most. The latter of which pulls out her phone and dives down onto her impromptu board... of cardboard.
"Oh, i'm so gonna die." Comes my defeated response, and against my own better judgements, I follow along. I fail to notice the others slide down as I wobble on the sand, only turning my attention from the board when Chase yells at me.
"Mate! Where's ya rope?"
"My what?" Suddenly, there's a bump under the board, and half a second later, the yellow board is yanked out from under me. I yelp out, eating a face full of sand as my face hits the slope, my neck rolls as my body falls into a tumble. I only come to a stop after a few seconds of rolling, landing uncomfortably with my face in the sand, one hand twisted under my chest and the other strewn out to my side.
With a groan of discomfort, I force my head out of the sand, spitting out the dirty grains as I come to my knees.
"Holy crap mate, what a wipe out!" I hear the Kiwi cackle as he jumps off his decelerating board. I see everyone else reach the bottom, ranging from graceful dismounts to panicked stumbles. Riley offers me a hand, helping me up.
"Ach!" I spit, ridding my tongue of the sand on my tongue again, "Never again." I grumble venomlessly, earning a couple chuckles from the team.
"Man, I hope you got all that on video!" Chase comments to Shelby, clapping me on the shoulder and ruffling my hair free of debris. The action forces a bregrudging smirk onto my lips. She pats herself down, becoming alarmed as she finds no sign of her phone.
"Huh? My phone, it must've slipped out of my hand!" She panics, rushing to check the sand for the device. "Over here, maybe?"
"Let's help the lady look." Ivan prompts, jogging along to the driftwood deposit nearby.
We tag along, turning the logs in hopes of finding it, while Riley and Koda search the surrounding area, starting with the truck. I kneel next to a mossy stump, checking the growth for any sign of pink. I glance to my left, watching Chase sift through the sand and overturn a couple of rocks.
"So, uh... I noticed that you and Heather seem close now." I almost facepalm at my poor attempt of conversation. He glances up at me with a cheeky smile.
"Oh yeah, good mates us. It helps to have someone from back home around." I turn the the stump again, making myself look busy.
"Yeah, that must be..." I despondently start to say, but out of the blue, I find myself...angry, really damn angry. "Actually, I don't care." I snap, jolting to my feet.
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• HEATHER • Chase Randall
FanfictionA Chase Randall x Male OC story "𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗜 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿..." Eliott Slater moved to Amber Beach to spend a year with his uncle after encouragement from his parents, and the worry of money being so tight at home. Ke...
