The Seabrook Boat Club

chapter 1

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The small town is just how I remember it, boring, hot, beachy, and small. Just what I need.

After a long hard senior year I decided to go and visit my Aunt Peggy for the summer, with the encouragement of my parents of course who would use this time to travel across the country. Relaxation is all I have on my mind, maybe a summer job to save up but something small would be all I wanted.

    "Finally." after five hours of driving I could see my aunt's small beach house, two bedroom, one bath, small but it would work.

    My legs ached and I mewled as I stretched out revving in the feeling of muscles relaxing.

"Aw Ruby!" Aunt Peggy called from the porch, "It feels like forever!"

"It has been Aunt Peg." I mumbled into the small woman's shoulder as I gave her a bear hug.

"I'm so glad you're finally here! How was your drive down here?"

"It was nice, I got to ride windows down and music up, barely hit traffic, it was better than nice really." I finished carrying my things into the main hallway. "It looks good in here, did you paint?"

"Yes actually a couple weeks ago. Got some of the young lads to do it for me I was tired of white walls." She gestured to the pale yellow color that decorated the walls, "couldn't find any other color that screamed out to me really, I've always liked yellow it's happy, like you Rubes!" I smiled. It had been a while since I had heard that nick name, only her and my older brother used it.

"I'm gonna go unpack Aunt Peg."

"Okay hon, I'll be down on the beach, I found some new yoga things you should try them out with me, there oh so relaxing!" this woman, no matter how small she may be could talk the ear off a deaf man.

The room was the same as I remembered it, small but inviting, perfect for someone like me. The best thing about it was the windows facing the ocean, you could smell the salt, practically taste it.

I threw my bags on the ground beside the bed deciding to go into town and find something to do. Maybe check out the book store I saw on the way in.

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I enjoyed walking, really. You get to settle with your own thoughts, get out frustration, or just watch your surroundings the people, animals, or in this case the waves. This place was where I spent most of my child hood, but during those times I was monitored. I couldn't do anything unless I was under the watch full eyes of my parents.

Seabrook was small. That was really the only way to describe it. Even though it was a beach town it didn't receive many tourists and if it did it would be smaller families or older couples visiting family. The main attraction was the fishing, right off the shoreline swarms of tuna thrived, or so I've been told, but I wouldn't doubt cause the catch of the day, every day, at every restaurant is tuna.

You'd expect something else, but no, it'd be tuna. Yum.

I pushed open the door to the small bookstore and headed straight to the mystery section, despite 'popular belief' aka my mother, I am not a hopeless romantic, matter of fact I've never even had a real relationship.

"That one's really good." I yelped at the close proximity of the voice and turned around to find a petite blond girl, cut offs and a sleeveless, again cut off t-shirt adorned her body and sunglasses rested on her head, "Callie Longfellow," she smiled a bright smile, "I'm sorry for scaring you but that's a really good one," she pointed to the copy of "The Hunt for Red October" in my hands. "What's your name?"

"Ruby Anderson." I smiled at the bubbly girl that reminded me of a five year old on a sugar rush. "Are you local or are you visiting with family?"

"I've lived here since my first breath," she smiled at me, "how long are you staying here for?"

"The summer." I put down the book and picked up another with a boat on the front, without bothering to read the back and walked to the counter. "Needed an escape ya know?"

"I totally got ya," she waved her hand as if shrugging it off, "who are you staying with though? Or are you staying in the shit motel down the street?"

"I'm staying with my aunt, Peggy Anderson, know her?"

"Heck yea I do! She makes the cutest bracelets for the shops," she held up her arm showing me her collection, "look!" they really where nice, and I didn't even know my aunt had that hobby, who knew.

"She says they help with energy!" that sounds more like Aunt Peg.

After the lady finished ringing up the book and I bid my farewell to Callie I decided to find a place to read, my own hide away kind of thing.

I stumbled upon a marina, small enough that it only had about ten or fifteen slips in it, and barely in use, odd. I decided to investigate and see if there's a nice nook to read at.

The shop at the marina was old and I could tell it was family owned, small, like the rest of the town.

I found a tree that provided shade and popped by butt on the ground and like they say stuck my head in a book.

The sound of water spraying onto plastic pulled my attention away from the pages and to a boat about fifty feet away from me.

A guy, maybe my age I was bad at guessing that, and the distance didn't help either, was cleaning a boat muscles scrubbing at the floors removing the grime. I pulled a piece of hair behind my ear and watched as the Adonis worked away not even noticing my presence, just the way I like it.

He chocolate brown hair, long enough to run fingers through but maybe not long enough to tie up, but he could have definitely pulled off a man bun. He was tall, that much I could tell, which instantly attracted any other tall girl like me. He was tan, his back was facing me but I could tell he would have a nice face.

Then I thought I had died and gone to heaven as the god before me stopped what he was doing and pulled the shirt he was wearing over his head. I felt like such a perve but I think any girl who wouldn't have drooled is either gay or a saint.

Muscles rippled. Carved, shaped, muscles wrapped in black ink. Perfection was the first thing that popped to mind when I looked at mr. muscles, that was his new name. He'd yet to turn to me but I dint mind because I was really enjoying the view like major lady boner right there ladies and gents.

But from watching him, I don't think he knew it. He waved at the small amount of people that passed and even talked to the old man that started a conversation with him. He didn't try to sneak glances or show boat at the girl that passed him ten minutes ago, just said hello and continued on with his work.

I had been watching him now for an hour, an hour I sat watching a guy I didn't know from behind my book. And not once in that hour had he glanced my way

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