You've just moved to San Diego, California; the home of the surfers, the stoners, and the partiers. And you hate it. It's a vast difference from what you're used to; the cold, the quiet, and the peace. California is just dirty, loud, and hot.

Soon after finishing your unpacking, your parents force you to take your younger siblings out onto the beach to, "Get some fresh air".

After finalizing your li ttle beach set-up, you walk your siblings to the edge of the water, when you see him; the surfer.

He's a tall boy leaving the water, a grin on his face and his wetsuit clinging to his body. He had golden curly locks, tanned skin, and emerald green lit up eyes.