JACKS POV

I stumbled onto the beach, drunk and exhausted. the Hawaiian sunrise began, and I collapsed in the sand. groaning, I thought about how I should get back to the hotel before my parents find out i snuck out on the seventh and last night of their precious vacation. today is our last day before flying back home tomorrow.

I sat up, brushing the sand out of my mostly brown hair and straightening my grey t shirt. I looked over at the water, and that's when I saw her. I saw a small body emerging from a small house, running down the beach with a bright pink and teal surfboard in her arms. she had on a teal bikini top and some black shorts, and her dark hair was in a messy ponytail.

when she got in the water she got on the board she started surfing. she was doing all the tricks that you see in those weird surf movies, the ones that look impossible.

I watched her in awe of her talent for what felt like hours, and then she finally got out of the ocean. she had this bright smile plastered across her beautiful face as she ran back into the house.

I stood up, intrigued by whoever she was. I ran across the beach and to the house. what would I say? maybe I could ask her to help me get back to the hotel my family and I were staying at?

i knocked on the door to the house. about a whole minute later, a tall man with a bunch of tattoos opened the door. he looked older, maybe mid 40's.

"can I help you" he asked in a thick accent.

"oh I was just-" I say, stammering

"who's at the door?" I heard a sweet voice with a small but semi noticeable accent say.

I looked inside the house that was noticably filled with surf boards and trophies to see the same girl I saw earlier, carrying her surfboard but this time wearing a rEd "4X NATIONAL SURF CHAMPION" shirt that went to right above her knees.

"nothing sweetie, go back to cleaning your boards please" he said, his tone softer when speaking to his daughter.

"alright." she said, smiling. she looked at me "oh aloha!..do you need any help?" she asked kindly.

"well I was just wondering if you guys could help me find my hotel? I'm staying at The modern honolulu?"

"Stella, please go get dressed then take the boy to the hotel nearby" he said.

"okay" she said, walking back into the house.

2 minutes later she came down wearing the surf champion shirt but she had her hair down and brushed out and had a pair of denim shorts on with some flip flops. I noticed she always wore a black chord necklace with one singular silver bead on it.

she walked down the stairs and out the door.

"sorry we never got to meet, I'm Stella!" she said as we trudged through the sand.

"I'm Jack" I said.

"where do you come from, Jack?" she asked, walking through the sand as if she was so used to it.

"Baltimore!" I replied, smiling. "lived there my whole life. have you always lived here?"

"yes but in a month I'm going to be going to another place so I can be an exchange student for a year" she said, smiling.

"cool. so you surf?" I asked as if I didn't see her.

"you could say that" she said , laughing and pointing to her shirt.

"wow four time champ?" I said.

"yes!" she said, proudly. "I love it quite a lot. I was raised on it. what about you? do you play any sports?"

"well I'm in this band called all time low with my best friends Zack, Rian, and Alex. it's really fun" he said.

we walked up to the hotel and I stared into her deep eyes.

"well when you guys make it big, you'll have a fan in Hawaii!" she said,smiling.

she ran off after shouting "bye Jack! it was lovely meeting you!"

and I thought about that girl the whole plane ride home.

a/n
i don't think y'all are ready for this. okay just to clarify I'm not a fan of fifth harmony but Stella is pictured as Camilla cabello. also, her name is only Stella because of all time lows song Stella, which will be in this fic later on. thanks to all the people who have also read possesed, princess, pretty hurts, nerve, and the end. you're the real mvps and a large portion of this story is dedicated to you!!! thanks for reading!
xoxo -
Ari ❤️ (or yanno...Mrs urie/Barakat)