Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

The taxi drive was amazing, the views were spectacular, the windows were down and the warm breeze was blowing through my hair, like those moments you see in films with the gorgeous actress with her long flowing hair in the wind....well I'm pretty sure I didn't look like that I reckon I'd swallowed at least 3 flies and nearly got decapitated twice by oncoming traffic.

I pulled my head in from the window and now sorted out my hair which could've easily belonged to the hair bear bunch I turned to my left and saw bondi beach...it was just like the programme, the long golden sands the waves crashing the surfers having fun and the little kids building sandcastles just to knock them down, then the most important thing...the lifeguard tower. I wondered who'd be working there today, Maxi? mouse? Whippet? Then it hit me...OMG....the man who held up my granny pants, the one I'd asked his number for...it was whippet, well the rest of the journey was fun...I'd gone bright red and tried to not let my embarrassment turn me into a complete tomato. The Same question running through my head, "how did I not know it was him?!" I'd had a crush on him since the beginning of Bondi Rescue, never thought I'd be actually meeting him let alone showing my grannys off to him!

The rest of the journey must have gone pretty quickly the taxi pulled up I couldn't see a house in sight just a set of stairs surrounded by a brick wall. 'We are at the right place right?' I asked the driver who had been laughing at my hair and fly misfortunes. 'Yeah, this is the address you gave me' he smiled, popped open his boot and got out my broken case. I was hesitant at getting out at first, a strange country, about to go and see my new house. I took a big breathe and stepped out of the car, I paid the man who knocked of 20% he said because i gave him a good laugh, he gave me his card and told me to 'call whenever I needed a cab'. As I pulled my suitcase to the bottom of the stairs he shouted me 'excuse me, you may want to take those, don't think my wife would be too happy to find another woman's underwear in my car!' I thought maybe it would've been one of my prettier, Lacey numbers but no, why would I be that lucky, I turned around and there they were on the backseat, I could just imagine them shouting at me 'you know you want me, come and get me' *shudders* I took a slow walk and grabbed them shoved them back in my pocket and waved him off.

As I lugged my case up the stairs having to stop and run back down half way because A shoe had decided to break free and fall back down to the bottom. These stairs were certainly going to keep me fit. As I got to the top, I saw it, the perfect house. White walls with a black door. I walked in through the back door. The kitchen was minimalist it had a small bar in the centre and the cupboards were black. I let go of my case and carried on walking into the living room. It was spacious white wash walls with a white sofa facing a large flat screen stuck on the wall, a small black table in the middle of the room. A large white curtain was blowing in the warm breeze, as I pulled it to the side the view astonished me, the view of Bondi was perfect, as I walked onto the balcony it was like I was literally sat on the beach (just higher up) the view was perfect. As I turned to my right a swimming pool, with wooden decking and two deck chairs, the whole back wall was a waterfall with the water running off into the pool the wall of the house was covered in plants and beautiful flowers in a range of colours.

I went back inside my new home grabbed my suitcase and went to the bedroom, a double bed black and white decor with another big window with the view of the beach. I could quite easily sit all day and watch but I knew I had to get a job, but first, unpack my bloody broken case and go check out the local bars and certainly go down to Bondi. As I chucked my case on my bed I put my clothes in the wardrobes and the drawers chucked my case in the bin and flopped out on the bed then I felt a bulge in my pocket...the granny pants. You've got to be kidding me. As I pulled them out of my pocket I thought about throwing them, they've caused me nothing but embarrassment, but then again they did allow me to talk to whippet...they could stay...for now.