Manners

"I can't believe we have to work." Niall groaned, and flopped onto the motel bed.

"I don't mind my job." I grinned, cheekily.

"All you have to do is teach the elementary kids football." Complained Zayn.

"And the middle school!" I added.

"While we have to work shitty shifts at the dinner." Harry whined.

"I have to work at the dinner too!" I defended.

"Only two hours per week while we have to work fourteen!" Protested Liam.

"But I have to work sixteen hours a week in total!" I shouted.

"Yeah, but you get to go outside and do something fun, while we die of boredom!" Yelled Niall.

"You get all the leftovers!"

"You get a higher salary!" said Liam. I sighed and put my hands on my hips dramatically and put on my best irritated voice.

"Bitches please, I have to work in eighty degree weather everyday, while you all get to sit in air conditioning."

"We have to wear clothes from prehistorical times while you can wear whatever." Complained Harry.

"I'm basically babysitting!" I shouted

"You have a higher salary!" Niall repeated.

"You-" I started, but then my voice faltered, I couldn't think of anything else.

"Fine you win, but its not my fault that I'm better at football than all of you!" I smirked, winning feels- Oh Shit!

All the boys started charging at me. I screamed at a high pitch and ran out of the motel room and onto the beach, leaving a trail of dust behind me. There is absolutely nothing scarier than the unmerciful revenge of teenage boys, especially when you dent their pride.

"You'll never catch me, I'm the Ginger bread man!" I teased, while sprinting down the beach. Then I felt someone pull at my hair. Hard.

"Bloody hell! No need to get physical lads!" I protested as I felt a tug at the collar of my shirt. All the boys laughed malevolently as they chased after me. Making sure I was a safe distance away, I started running backwards, facing them.

"If I promise to share my earnings with you will you-" Suddenly, I crashed into someone behind me and fell on top of them. A second later, I felt myself being picked up and before I knew what they were planning to do, it was already too late.

"Now boys, how about we call truce?" I asked, seconds before they flung me into the Atlantic Ocean.

I came out, spewing salt water from my mouth, blinking rapidly so the sting in my eyes didn't make me cry, and clothes awkwardly clinging to my body.

"Was that really necessary?" I whined as I dumped water out of my new converse and examined my soaked clothing.

"Yes." said all the boys in unison. I noticed a familiar looking girl, staring at me in the distance.

"Well you made me knock her over." I pointed to the girl who was littered with sand, and looked like the beach had claimed her than spit her back onto earth again. She looked kind of familiar... After a few seconds of thinking, I remembered her. I walked over to her and started brushing the sand out of her braided hair; my wet hands sticking to the sand.

"Sorry about that, love. We lads get a bit crazy sometime." I apologized. She gently pushed my dripping wet hand away.

"Its okay, it was my fault, I wasn't looking." She mumbled. I smiled at her and tucked a loose, brown lock under her ear, revealing the cute girl I had caught staring at me today in English. I wiped away some wet sand from her cheeks and patted down her shoulders and arms. Once again, she stopped my actions and grimaced, as if I was hurting her.

"Its okay, you don't have to help me, I wear these sandy clothes to the beach everyday."

"Soooo, you're a swimmer?" I asked as she peeled off her white sun dress, revealing a red, one piece, swimsuit. I couldn't help myself but check out her amazingly fit and tan body (hey, I'm a guy).

"No, I'm not that good, it's just something that soothes me. I-I mean it's a hobby." She looked flustered, as if she didn't want me to hear that. I couldn't help but chuckle at her pinked cheeks.

"What's your name love?"

"Gisselle Green, and yours?" she asked nervously.

"Louis Tomlinson." She stared down at her bare feet as her toes wiggled in the sand, as if they were hyperactive.

"I want to apologize again, for falling on top of you, I'm sure it's not fun to be crushed by 150 pounds..."

"Oh, um, okay." She pulled out the hair tie that held in her braid and shook her hair out, letting loose her mass of curls, which framed her face perfectly.

"Well, I guess I'll see you in English tomorrow." I said while shoving my hands into my soaked pockets.

"Sure." She, just stood there, as if expecting me to leave and I realized I should go to the motel.

"Bye." I muttered and walked towards the boys who were standing next to the screen door in the back of the morel. They all pretended they weren't watching and turned away from me.

"Who was that?" Harry tried asking casually and all the boys turned to me, becoming more obvious. I glared at them.

"That was the innocent girl that I knocked over because a few certain someone's were chasing me." All the boys looked guiltily at me and tried avoiding my penetrating eyes.

"It was for a good reason!" Piped Niall as we walked into our room, and I rolled my eyes. I've had enough for one day.

"Just give it a rest."

Notes

Second Chapter!!! Tell me what you think!
By the way, the chapters will switch between Louis and Giselle, every other chapter is their POV, this one is Louis's. The date is late August (about when school starts) 2008.

Love you all my faithful readers!

-Louistomlinson