Chapter Eighty

Justin stood up. "I'm going inside to get something to eat. Do you want something?"

"Sure," JC said. "Actually, I'll come with you. We can make something for everyone."

The two walked inside.

***

"Do you know where we are?" Sasha asked Joey.

"See that speck in the distance?" Joey pointed.

"Yeah," Sasha said, squinting.

"That's the beach house," Joey said.

"We're pretty far," Sasha said, worried. "Let's go back in."

"We can start," Joey said. He turned on the motor, and they started to go back in towards the house.

***

Lance walked over to Eryn and Chris. "Eryn, I'm going back out. Want to come?"

"Sure," Eryn said with a smile. "Chris, I'm going to try surfing with Lance. Be back later, okay?"

"Okay," Chris said, now awake and reading a book.

"Come on," she said to Lance, grabbing his hand and running over to the boards laying in the sand.

***

"Oh shit," Joey moaned.

"What?" Sasha said.

Joey tried the motor again. "Okay... I think that the motor just died, but I can-"

"The motor just died?" Sasha shrieked.

"Don't worry," Joey said, "I think I can fix it."

"Damnit, I can't believe that we are stuck out here," Sasha cried.

"Listen to yourself!" he said. "I'm fixing it."

Sasha crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.

***

"I'm going to go more over there, so we don't collide, okay?" Lance said to Eryn, pointing to a stop about a hundred meters from her.

"Good idea," Eryn said, putting the leg strap on her ankle. "Let's go!"

Lance ran down the beach. Eryn put her surfboard in the water and paddled out. She saw a wave coming, so she stood up and steadied herself. Seconds later, she fell off.

She went back to shore, and looked at Lance, who was now expertly riding the wave.

***

"What's all this on the floor?" Justin asked, when him and JC went into the kitchen.

"It smells like Coke or something," JC said. "I guess we should clean it."

***

Eryn put the surfboard back in the water, and saw a large wave building. Butterflies flew in her stomach as she tried to get up. Suddenly, the surfboard rose, and she was on the wave.

She tried to steady herself, and smiled. I can't believe I am doing this, she thought.

The breeze was flying through her hair, and some water splashed in her eyes.

"Oh, crap!" Eryn said outloud, trying to wipe the stinging salt water from her eyes. She raised her arm to her face, and her foot slipped out from under her.

Severe pain flooded into her head as it hit the hard wood of the surfboard. She closed her eyes in pain and all she saw was black.

***

Lance walked back up the beach, dripping a trail of water behind him. "Did you see that, Chris?"

Chris nodded. "Yeah, you're good. Where's Eryn though? Was she with you?"

"No, we started apart. She should be over..." he looked out to the ocean. "There, somewhere." He pointed.

Chris stood up. "I don't see her."

"She's somewhere around there," Lance said. "Maybe she went further up the beach. I'm going inside to get a towel."

"Okay," Chris said. He shielded the glare from the sun from his eyes, and looked out into the ocean. He saw a flash of yellow and black come above the water, then go back under. He walked closer the edge, and then looked at the three surfboards that were left. The yellow and black one wasn't there.

"Oh shit," he said, kicking off his shoes. "Eryn!" He yelled.

No answer.

"Oh, no," he said. "Help! Lance! JC! Someone, come on!"

He waited a few seconds impatiently, then ran into the water.

***

"Did you hear that?" Joey asked Sasha, still working on the motor.

"Like someone yelling?" Sasha asked.

"Yeah," Joey said.

"I did," Sasha said. "What if someone is in trouble?"

"Let's try not to think about," Joey said, pulling on the engine rope. It roared to life.

"Hurry, let's go," Sasha said.

***

Chris swam until he thought his lungs would burst. His eyes were stinging from the salt water. He looked up, and saw a glimpse of the surfboard. He swam over to it. Eryn was underneath it, in the water, attached by her ankle to the board.

He swam underneath, and got her, and shifted her onto the surfboard. He tried to catch his breath, and he felt faint.

He held the rope of the board, and pulled it in, Eryn laying on it. About halfway there, he felt as though his lungs were going to collapse.

***

Sasha and Joey parked the boat and jumped off.

"Come on," he said, grabbing her hand. They ran to the beach.

***

Chris exhausted picked up Eryn, and gently laid her down on the sand.

"Chris!" Joey shouted.

Chris stood up. "Hurry up!" They ran over. "Do you know CPR?"

"What happened?" Sasha asked.

"DO YOU KNOW CPR?" Chris asked. "She's unconscious, let's go."

"JC knows it," Joey said. "Remember when our stage manager-"

"That doesn't matter!" Chris said. "Come on! Sasha, go get JC and call 911 when you are in there. Joey, go get a towel to support her head."

Chris held onto Eryn's hand. "You're going to be alright, Eryn. Hold tight." Tears formed in his eyes, not knowing whether his words were the truth.

End of Chapter Eighty

*Now did you like this one? Cause I sure did! I knew this was going to happen since, like, chapter 30... It was great to write*