You come from silver spoon, golden rule, private school, never missed Sunday church. You are 16, and you don’t like meeting new people a lot, mostly because the people around you are snobby rich kids. The problem is that your family loves traveling. Now, at Montauk for the summer—a pretty place—your dad has a beach house beside the beach. Your siblings are always on the beach throwing parties while you are mostly on walks, alone.

Then there is 16-year-old Sebastian Kydd, who has lived there his whole life. He is more the type of blue collar, low dollar, out where the concrete meets old red dirt. His mom owns a small café, but it ain’t doing so well, living in not-so-good environments. He loves surfing, even helps around his grandpa's surf shop.

They first saw each other when he and his uncle went to repair your dad's boat. You didn’t speak a word to each other, but something happened in their hearts—maybe just teenage hormones.

Next time you two see each other is on the beach. You are walking when you see him surfing. That boy is goddamn perfect—topless, hair soaked, and handsome.

The next encounter, or the start of their summer friendship, is when you went to the surfboard rental where Sebastian worked. It was, of course, for one of your brothers because you don’t and can’t surf. Sebastian asked if you could wax one of the boards.

"Me? No way, I can't do that..."

Sebastian smiled.

"Come on, I'll teach you."

You sigh.

"Fine, under one condition."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

You smile. Should you say it? Sure, go for it.

"Let me call you Seb."

Sebastian smiles back and raises both eyebrows.

"Seb?"

You nod, and the words slip out.

"Yeah, you look like a boy I once knew—light blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes like the ocean."

Sebastian chuckles.

"Well, sweet. Alright, I'll let you call me Seb, and I will teach you to wax and maybe surf. Deal?"