y/n pov

i put as many groceries i can fit into my backpack while carrying the others on one arm. sighing i look up at the darkening sky and continue back down the road to set. everyone should be gone by now. i remember that buses exist so i wait by a bus stop waiting for it to come. (a/n i forgot busses were a thing) it stops and i pay greeting them, before moving to sit towards the middle back. taking my earphones out i play my Spotify playlist -me myself and your ghost- before playing the song somewhere only we know. looking out the window it begins to rain. the road slowly bleeding into a darker colour. soft sounds of rain echo through the practically empty bus, it was accompanied by the low hum of the engine. rain dripped of leaves as the occasional car passes. the closest stop to set was about 100 m so not far at all. i pressed the red stop button waiting for the driver to pull in. thinking of dahlia i thank the bus driver and i think i just made their day. a huge grin spread on their face all from 2 words. i smile back and leave into the rain.

pulling my hood up i rush into my trailer. turning the lamp on it was bright enough so i put the groceries away opting to have a banana for dinner. i sit on the couch, placing my laptop on the table in front of me, i turn on wandavison resuming from episode 3.

by episode 4 i had turned the light off as the place was dimly lit from street lights and had gotten the ice cream tub eating directly out of it. i was wrapped up in a blanket watching the show in interest as if i hadn't seen it a million times before.

i finish episode 5 and decide to keep the final one for tomorrow. fuck. i have homework, and like alot of it. lets start on English i guess. spinning in circles in the middle of the room i finally find my bag and pull out my english draft.

what the fuck is a extended metaphor.

dont put ??? on my work if u dont know how should i

none of this feedback makes sense. oh well ill just continue with basic editing. checking grammar etc.

eventually i can barely keep my eyes open, and the words begin to blur. i look at the clock 2:07am great, i still have like 4 subjects to do and thats hours of homework. why cant teachers understand 1 we have lives to and 2 other subjects homework exist

time skip to the next morning

i ended up falling asleep at only 450am last night just before the sunrise and i still have homework to do. running around my trailer i quickly get changed and pack my bag for school. shit 6am people should start to arrive on set to prepare for todays filming, so i need to get out like now. i open the fridge but cant make up my mind, fuck it, foods irrelevant right now. i tie my shoelaces and comb my fingers through my hair quickly already having brushed my teeth i leave my trailer. getting on the road i can see the first of the cars arriving. i sneak down the road still with over an hour almost 2 until i have to be at school.

okay i kinda regret getting just over an hour of sleep. i could barely keep them open let alone walk in a straight line. i go to the beach again with all the free time. seeing someone out on the waves. the way the board skims perfectly over the water. the surfer whoever it is dances over the water as if it was simply a person on the path. something they always had done like it was walking.

wait a second i recognise that dark brown hair. i ditch the bag and walk up closer to the shore. and sure enough dahlia was out in the waves a smile on her face

'DAHHHHLIAAAAAAAA' i yell in a sing song way. her attention snaps to me for a second before she gets wiped out. her head popping up a second later. she grabs hold of her board and makes her way here.

'wow y/n didn't expect you to be here' she laughs wiping her wet hair out of her eyes.

'yeah same'

'wanna surf' she asks with a smirk

'oh no, i dont even have swimmers' i try to protest

3rd person pov

dahlia continued to try and get y/n to go and after some convincing it worked. 'haha yes, here help me with this' dahlia asks turning around and motioning to the zipper. y/n unzips the wet suit and watches as she pulls it down to hang around her waist, a light blush appeared on y/ns cheeks as she saw dahlias abs, she quickly adverted her gaze to the ocean. and comes back a second later with another swimsuit. 'here' she smiles

y/n knows what shes getting out of this so she takes the swimsuit looking around for somewhere to change. dahlia notices and holds a towel around y/n there was literally no one on the beach so it was calm. y/n got changed all the practice from school swimming lessons allowed her to change easily. after she was done dahlia grabs her hand and drags them to the ocean with her board under her other arm. dahlia steps into the ocean but y/n runs back

'oh fuck no that shits cold' y/n complains

'come on its not that bad' dahlia insists 'fine have it your way' dahlia says coming back up to y/n. what y/n didnt expect was to be picked up bridal style and carried/thrown into the ocean

'dah-' she was cut short when her mouth filled with sea water.