Ollie Jackman's Story

Tristan Florentine
“Too late!” Tristan called back to Creed before continuing his work of demolishing his breakfast. After a few moments he heard the distinctive sounds of a shower running shower and it didn’t take Tristan long to realize Creed had put him on the back burner. It usually happened like that though, if Tristan was a girl he’d probably be feeling what people described as neglect. Finishing off his bowl of cereal Tristan got up and made himself some toast deciding he had heaps of time. Creed always cared too much about how he looked and took way too long getting ready to go out.

While he was waiting for the toast to cook Tristan pulled out his phone and texted Ollie, his and Creed’s other best friend. Tristan’s text read; ‘Hey, I’m at Creed’s now, come round, then we can head to the beach.’ Tristan was determined to make the absolute most of this their last summer together. After this they were all going off on their different ways, they didn’t really talk about it much but that was what was going to happen. Tristan personally was going to start work in his Uncle’s Auto Repairs shop after the summer was over, he was good with cars. That’s was where he also spent his last summer working, and it sucked. Therefor needed to have the most epic summer anyway, despite the fact that it was their last, just cause he missed out last year. He had already decided his summer would be full of surfing, partying and just hanging out with Ollie and Creed.

Shoving his phone back into his pocket Tristan grabbed his toast which has just popped out of the toaster. After sitting down though he only got a total of two bites before Creed appeared. He wasn’t too happy at the wakeup call either, "You'd better have a good reason for waking me up, Tristan.” Tristan laughed slightly and he turned in the chair to face the blonde boy. “So, I need a reason now to visit my best friend,” he replied sarcastically. Though it wasn’t all that effective as he could keep the grin off his face. “C’mon dude, it’s not that early.” He continued, emphasizing the 'that'. “Actually, you could even say I’m the one who's doing you the favor. How could I sit by and let my precious friend sleep away his day.” Tristan said in his self-righteous voice, like he had just solved World Hunger or been ordained as a Saint. Laughing Tristan turned back around to continuing eating his toast, feeling that he had come out the winner. “Oh, and I decided we’re all going to head down to the beach today,” Tristan added on the end before taking another oversized bite of his toast. Yeah, Creed’s place definitely had better food.

It felt like they were dawning towards the end of an era. Since coming into the world, it had always been Ollie with Creed and Tristan and their surfboards and being the popular guys in the school. Ollie could still remember their first day and see all the girls all goggley-eyed. Well, they couldn't help being gifted with such beauty could they. It seemed no matter where they went, they had such an effect on people, especially those that are single, or maybe they are those who are married who look which begin to regret marrying whoever they married. Either way, Ollie felt that there was that special someone for everyone out there, and that when that special someone was there, in some way or another, the two would meet and be absolutely awesome. Just like how the three lads met, became good friends, best friends, but more like brothers. They were hard to pull apart, whether on the sea or not. However, it seemed time would stretch them a bit.

At the end of this summer holiday, they'd all be going their different ways. However, Ollie dwellt on such things rarely, since he wanted to have the best of times in this summer holiday with the greatest people in the whole world; partying, surfing, whatever....as long as they were together, and having fun fun fun! Wouldn't it of been nice if the summer vacation was never-ending. Afterall, as the saying goes, time flies when having fun, and fun was on their agenda for the holidays. Please, let time go slow.

He was with Ollie and Creed now on the beach, each of them laying on their rugs, half-naked, backs to the sun, looking to see, girls all crowding round.....before a big guy lifted him up by his arms and stood him up before shaking him, "Wake up", he said, "Wake up". Ollie's eyes opened and closed as a figure was appearing infront of him, but it was no big guy that he had seen in his dreams, it was...Trent. "Arrrgghh", he groaned, "I was having such a beautiful dream of girls lining up at my kissing booth when you had to show up".

Trent grunted and sighed as he waved Ollie's phone, "Your choice. You can either go back to dreamland and kiss imaginary gals...or...you can go to your mates who are calling for you to see some real babes". At that remark, Ollie pulled off the covers, and jumped put of bed. He had no need of PJ's since it was so hot, so he only had his shorts on while his tanned body was getting woken up by the morning sun that shone through the window as he stretched himself and admired himself in the mirror.

"I don't know why you keep looking in the mirror like that. What any girl needs to do, is to see how you act at home, and see how a complete freak you are". Ollie did not give the courtesy to turn round to explain, but merely carried on while he effortlessly told him why, "There is no crime in perfection, and no girl would want to see me if I have a great big pimple on my face now would they? If you want me out the House so you can invite your pimp over, go get my car warmed up in the garage and do me a glass of orange juice, and..."

"bowl of fruit and fibre, gotcha. I'm no slave Ollie. You need to do this all yourself. You need to start doing stuff yourself or next year you'll end up staying with me all the time, what with the guys going and all". Grabbing his jeans with a nice buckle ont he front, he threw it towards Trent who had escaped and went downstairs. He loved to rub it in didn't he......and as for doing stuff himself, he does. He just wanted to get things done quickly if he had been called, as he went back over to his jeans and put them on, before throwing his bright t-shirt ontop, and then combed his hair so it weren't sticking up.

When he was ready, he grabbed his phone and slotted in his jeans, rushing into the bathroom to do his teeth and throw water on his face, and then gliding down the stairs and leaping into the chair and begun munching on his fruit and fibre, while his free hand thumbled around for his phone and read the text, ‘Hey, I’m at Creed’s now, come round, then we can head to the beach.’. Not wishing to leave them in the dark, he texted back saying "On my way". Oh, how much he loved the beach, and get away from mocking Trent. Sometimes he was alright, sometimes he was just in a pain in the butt.

With his fruit and fibre gone pretty quickly and the orange juice going straight through him, he picked up his surfboard and his surfing suit, spare clothes and spare trunks from the ultility room where he usually put them for them to drain or to be washed, before entering the garage. Once he was there, Trent approaching him and patted him on his shoulder as he passed him his keys, "Enjoy yourself ok? Knock em dead", he teased, as he then stood by the garage controls. Once his things were put in the boot and he was in the drivers' seat, he gave the thumbs up to Trent as the doors opened, as he drove out and already set off done the lane.

It wasn't far to Creeds'. Afterall, they had grown together and knew each other since birth, due to them leaving conveniently close to each other. Creed had a nice black Mercedes, whereas he had a nice Lexus covertible, so depending on the weather, he either had the roof on or off. In this case, it was on so it was nice and warm inside for first thing in the morning. She sure drove well and the engine purred, until it came to a halt as he parked outside and gave a [honk] of the horn to let them know he was there.

Ollie stepped out the car and locked up as he walked away from it, before throwing the keys into his pocket and arriving at the door; letting himself in since the door was open, seeing it was left open for him. Once he was in, he took out his phone and waved it towards Tristan as he arrived in the kitchen, "Heya! Got your message", putting his phone back away, before walking over to Creed and putting his arm around him, resting it on his left shoulder, "So how are you guys? I'm no weather-man, but the sun sure is hot today!". Problem with cars and air-conditioning, soon as you step out, the heat blows into your face.

Creed rolled his eyes, "Oh, how nice of you to decide my days activities. D'you ever put into consideration that I might have plans myself?" he asked, arching a brow. Of course, Creed had no plans, but he didn't like people to just straight out decide, let alone act so cooly about it. He liked to be given a choice, regardless of whether the answer would always be a yes. "I swear, you're a real jerk sometimes" he said with a soft chuckle.

Their conversation was interupted by another person strolling through the door. "Heya! Got your message" was all he heard before he felt a strange pressure on his shoulders. He instantly knew who it was, "'Ello Ollie" he said cheerily, a bright grin creeping onto his face. "So how are you guys? I'm no weather-man, but the sun sure is hot today!". Creed nodded, "I agree, the weather is particularly nice today. And I'm fine, thanks".

His eyes shifted to Tristan, "I sure hope you didn't invite anyone else, I'm not up for anything too extreme today; I have the hangover from hell". Creed had spent the entire night partying on the beach, surrounded by alcohol and women. It was crazy, but now he was paying for it with throbbing pains and a grouchy attitude. He moved forward in an attempt to budge Ollie off, then wandered off into the living room. He looked around for his keys, but he gave up and sighed. "Ollie, looks like we're taking your car, my keys are missing" he called back to them, "When are we heading out?".

Tristan Florentine
Tristan looked up at Creed and although he was almost completely sure the other boy's question had been rhetorical he couldn't help but slide an answer in anyway. "Sure, sometimes. Then I remember that I either know your plans or they're with me and Ollie." Tristan said sarcastically, hoping Creed wasn't all that upset, it wasn't liked he enjoyed pissing his friends off. Other people sure, if it wasn't too out of his way but not his friends, well Creed and Ollie, his other friends could get stuffed. He laughed lightly when Creed called him a jerk though, he definitely had a tendency to lean towards that side of the fence and he had no problem with his friends saying it. He liked to do what he wanted when he wanted and that tended to piss some people off and Tristan always had this way of rubbing salt in the wound without even meaning to.

The conversation came to a halt though when Ollie burst through the door. Tristan smiled toothily at Ollie as the other boy waved his phone back and forth. Tristan didn't have a chance to greet him though as Ollie draped himself over Creed. Tristan listened as they discussed the weather before adding his own comment, deciding they hadn't done the weather justice. "Nice? Try amazing, it's hot, the sun's beating down; It's summer weather." His comment he didn't have the effect he had hoped for though as it seemed to only draw Creed's attention to him. "I sure hope you didn't invite anyone else, I'm not up for anything too extreme today; I have the hangover from hell". Creeds said before walking off, though Tristan wasn't one to let someone else get the last word so he yelled after him. "Don't blame me, I told you not to get carried away but you wouldn't listen to me." He remembered the beach party last night. Tristan, personally, had decided on an easy night, there would be plenty of opportunities to get wasted throughout the summer. When he tried to get an admittedly already intoxicated Creed to agree with him though it hadn’t ended well. Though that was probably the first experience he had ever had of being the somewhat sober one.

Turning back to Ollie, Tristan grinned broadly, it was always good to have the three of them together. That feeling never went away no matter how much time they spent together. “Someone clearly is a little touchy this morning.” Tristan said jokingly and he nodded to where Creed had disappeared. “It’s not too late for me and you to take off without him is it?” He continued sarcastically.

When Creed called out about leaving, Tristan hurriedly finished off the rest of his toast before placing his plate into the sink. “I’m ready to go now,” He said in a delayed reply to Creed’s question. “But just a question, you do realize both me and Ollie have cars yeah?"

Creed grinned as Tristan said he was ready to go, but his entire expression changed at his next comment. "Yeah, but you drive that tired old piece of crap, whereas me and Ollie drive nice cars. Correction, extremely nice cars". He hesitated for a moment or two, then stepped forward. "I bet you didn't even drive yourself here this morning, did you?" he asked, pointing his finger accusingly. Creed then swirled in the direction of the door and walked forward a few steps. "I'll meet you outside".

Once outside, he made his way over to Ollie's car and leaned up against the back door, tapping his finger against the shiny, undented paint. He took a few seconds to admire the beauty he was going to be getting a ride in, but shrugged and shifted his gaze elsewhere. Creed loved his Mercedes, so it upset him when he wasn't able to drive it. 'Don't worry babes, I'll find your keys in a while and then we'll go for a drive around the beach' he thought.

It was then that slight thudding sounds appeared out of nowhere, they were getting louder. He turned his head in the direction of the sound, only to see a big brown fluff ball bounding towards him. Creed had just enought time to run, but he didn't make it very far. Halfway down pathway he felt a large pressure on his back, then something hit his front. He rolled over to see Boo leaning over him, his tongue lolled out. "Get off me, you big lump" he said, pushing on his chest. Boo did as Creed asked and clambered off of him. Creed leaned over and ruffled the fur on his head, "Go on, get back in the shed" he said, then watched as Boo walked off.

Creed chuckled slightly, "That dog is too big for his own good". He waited for a moment or two before walking back over to the car. "Lets go, lets go, lets go!".

When Ollie was at home, he wasn't totally free since Trent was always in his way. Well, Trent wasn't so bad, except when he got jealous or he lost something, then he'd take out on Ollie and stir things up, or merely stir things up just to see his reaction like this morning when he spoke about their happy group splitting up. It was sad, but it wasn't like they would be out of touch. Afterall, they were brothers for goodness sake, and even if Ollie left to the other side of the world, he'd still speak to Trent as much as a pain that he was, since he was his brother. All because they were all going their own way, didn't mean they'd be split up together. Afterall, they could all meet up again for sure!

He was super happy that the weather was hot and glorious, and what better company to spend such weather with, than Creed and Tristan. It was great to see them both happy, as Creed lightened up, no doubt he too had only just woken up as he had, "I agree, the weather is particulatly nice today. And I'm fine, thanks". The next voice to be heard was Tristan with his wide smile as he was eating his breakfast, "Nice? Try amazing, it's hot, the sun's beating down; It's summer weather". Ollie widened his smile and laughed, especially how Tristan and Creed reacted to each other, before Creed left to find his keys, as Tristan jokingly said, "Someone clearly is a little touchy this morning", before asking, "It's not too late for me and you to take off without him is it?".

Ollie really loved being round these guys, and was about to suggest they do just for the fun of it and drag Tristan off by the arm and escape to see Creed's reaction until he heard Creed, "Ollie, looks like we're taking your car, my keys are missing...When are we heading out?", before Tristan asked about his cars, in which Creed responded that he and him drove nice cars, "extremely nice cars", before leaving the house to meet them outside. Both of them liked to tease each other, while Ollie tried to keep a hold of himself, before he moved over to Tristan who had just finished his breakfast and put his arm round him, "Your car is still cool in my books. If you wanted to spice it up a bit, I could get Trent to get us some quotes, like sorta upgrade the engineering side, and then see Creeds' face when you overtake him", nudging him slightly with a wide smile.

Speaking of Creed, they couldn't leave him for too long, as his head motioned Tristan to come too as he moved forward and out the door as he saw Creed occupied with Boo and laughed, "Your at front with me then Tristan", seeing that Creed was by the back door, as he rushed over to where Creed was as he sent Boo away, before getting back on his feet again, ready to go, "Lets go, lets go, lets go!", in which Ollie grabbed his keys and pressed the open button on his key so it opened, "Hop on in then", which was exactly what he did to get into the drivers' seat before adjusting his mirror to see Creed at the back with a cheeky smile, "I bet you "lost" your keys, just so you didn't have to drive.....", chuckling before asking, "You guys got your surfboards?", just incase Creed had to nip in or if he needed to stop by Tristan's first......

As soon as Zia set her phone down her mother burst through her door without knocking nearly giving her poor sixteen year old daughter a damn heart attack. Zia took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her fast beating heart. 

"Patrizia dear, the airport just called tomorrows flight is being canceled due to some airline checks, the last flight is tonight at eight." she stated slightly panicked as if she didn't want her daughter to stay the summer. Which was probably the truth and to be honest Zia didn't want to be stuck here.

"Alright so tonight it is then, better call the girls."  she let out a breath.  Her mother nodded as she made her way back down stairs Zia sent a mass text to Sky an Katelynn 

i know this is sudden but the flights been changed, be ready in an hour, our flight leaves at eight. 

She typed quickly before pressing send. The next issue was her after she'd have to call and work things out with him.  He answered the phone his Italian accent was thick. 

"papa, my flight has been changed. I'll be flying in tonight around midnight your time." she didn't bother speak in Italian. 

"cambiato? mezzanotte, il mio amore che ho un lavoro. (changed? midnight, my love I have work.)" he replied thinking for a moment. "chiamarti cugino. vedere se si può ritirare. se non mi richiami vedrò cosa posso fare bene Baby (call your cousin. see if he can pick you up. if not call me back I'll see what I can do alright Baby)" 

"Alright, I'll text you if he can." she said hanging up the phone.  She quickly dialed her cousins number, hopefully he could pick them up. Her and him got along like brother and sister, of course being the young one He was always protective of her. She caught his answering machine and sighed. 

"Hey Ollie it's baby, your probably surfing or whatever but as soon as you get this could you give me a call back it's super important. Love you. I'll be waiting." she said before hanging up now she would wait. 

Tristan Florentine
"It's still polite to ask!" Tristan yelled out at Creed's back, mock glaring at him. They always did this, play teasing each other, neither of them ever really getting upset or offended. Only a few moments passed though before Tristan felt the slightly extra weight on his shoulders, easily recognizable as an arm being slung over his shoulders. Looking over Tristan smiled ruefully as Ollie talked about tuning up Felicity. “It’s not even about that dude, I just want him to be forced to admit, just once, that Felicity is one epic vehicle.” Tristan replied gently slapping Ollie and the back as he headed further into the house. He had left his surfboard and beach gear at Creed’s a few days ago, as he had to walk home and couldn’t be stuffed carrying his stuff with him. It’s not like he wasn’t here every other day anyway.

Tristan walked out into Creed’s backyard, he remembered to lock the back door behind though. Tristan still remembered a few years ago when he had forgotten to lock the door behind him and even though nothing had happened Creed went off his rocker about it. That was probably one of the biggest fights, or arguments as Creed would put it, that the two of them had, had. Of course within a week all was forgiven and they were all hanging out together again. Everything had not been forgotten though, and while Tristan didn’t understand the big deal, he did always try to lock the door when he was last out now. The first thing he felt when he walked out of the door was the heat. It was definitely summer, and if possible the heat was exaggerated by the fact he had just left the safety of the air-conditioning.

Tristan grabbed his bag, with his towel, board shorts and whatnot and moved over to where his surfboard was leaning up against the wall. As he lifted up his surfboard a soccer ball a few feet away caught his eye. Tristan played soccer in a local league, though over the summer his team pretty much temporarily disbanded as there were no games. Occasionally though his coach would randomly decide the night before that he would be holding a training session the next day. Smiling Tristan kicked the ball up off the ground, catching it in his free hand before he turned around heading towards the gate that lead to the front of the house.

Giving an easy smile Tristan strolled up to Ollie’s car, dropkicking the soccer ball he had found in Creed’s direction. “So guys, I though we’d change it up today. Who’s up for some beach soccer?” He asked dumping his stuff in the back of the car before jumping in the passenger seat that his friends had so graciously left empty for him. The first thing he did when he entered the car though was to turn on the air con up to full blast. Ollie's car wasn't too bad seeming as the blonde boy had just been driving it, so it hadn't had the time needed to turn into a sauna on wheels. If the didn't start moving soon though it just might.

Creed dodged the ball swiftly before spinning around and shaking his fist at Tristan. "Slimy git, I'll get you for that!" he shouted.

He clambered into the back of the car, a large smile on his face. "I bet you "lost" your keys, just so you didn't have to drive..." Ollie added, Creed snorted. "Trust me, if I had my keys we'd be in my car" he replied stubbornly. He'd drive his car whenever he got the chance to, so Ollie's comment annoyed him slightly, not enough for him to drag on the conversation though. "You guys got your surfboards?". He sucked his teeth and leaned back into the chair, "I don't feel like surfing today, I'm probably just going to chill" he replied.

“So guys, I though we’d change it up today. Who’s up for some beach soccer?”, this caused Creed to giggle crazily. "Me? Play soccer? Have you gone absolutly mad?" he asked, arching a brow. "Plus... The other boys might break my beautiful face...". To emphasize his point, he touched several different parts of his face and whimpered, shooting them puppy eyes every now and then. "OOooh, I know! You two can surf and play soccer, I'll just go be picking me up some ladies".