That Should Be Me: Pt 1

15+ (Recommended -I honestly don't care what age you are to read this).

Here it is! The first part of a brand new romance :) x

Phoenix's POV
The warm ocean water quietly washed up over the pale sand, darkening it as the water sunk below my sight. The sun was hot and shot down in sharp, edgy rays, causing my ice blonde hair to look even more prominent in the warm light of day. I could feel my porcelain skin already beginning to burn instead of tan, the heat rising more and more with every second that passed.
The gentle noise of the frothy water on the rocks of the cove was music to my ears, sending my mind into a peaceful oblivion. My cat green eyes slid shut, the world turning dark as I was sheltered by my ray-bans, a bright, head-aching red pair of sunglasses.
"Wake up Nixxi, I'm getting you in the water if it's the last thing I do" came my best friend's voice, becoming louder and louder as he got closer and closer. I gave a grumble of protest, not even bothering to open my eyes and look up at him. I knew he'd be in his white and grey check board shorts, no shirt to flash his perfectly chiselled abs and pecs. He's such a show off.
I felt warm water drip onto my face, and I wrinkled my nose in disgust at the feel of the liquid running freely over my made-up pale skin. He better not have made my foundation smudge. I'll have a fit.
I reluctantly opened my eyes, sliding my ray-bans up onto my head as I gave Justin 'The Look'.
'The Look' was a mixture of displeasure, annoyance, the 'You've got to be kidding me' factor, frustration, and disbelief.
"Don't give me 'The Look'. I invented that look babe" he chuckled, pointing an accusatory finger as he reminded me of it's birth right.
I squinted at the sudden blinding rays of sunlight that hit my green eyes, waiting impatiently for them to adjust to the harsh landscape.
When my vision cleared, I saw Justin standing above me, water rolling down every inch of his perfectly tanned torso. His light brown hair was messy and wet, and looked as if he'd run a quick hand through it to spike it to it's usual position and maintain his perfect reputation.
Justin isn't any old Justin. He's teen heart-throb and sexy eighteen-year-old Justin Bieber, and he's also my best friend in the entire world. He's also my only friend in the entire world. It's not as if I'm not nice and pleasant or anything, I am, he's my only friend by preference; He's the only one I want, the only one I need.
"You know perfectly well that I am not going in that water, no matter what you do" I smirked confidently, folding my arms across my chest, continuing to give him 'The Look', no matter his protests.
"Alright... Well, what if I did..." he began nonchalantly, before snatching me up off the towel and throwing me over his shoulder. "This!" he finished his sentence with a loud laugh as he sprinted for the sea, knocking me about with his insane speed.
The whole world was upside down, and it felt weird. Too weird.
I screamed like a girl for him to put me down, but he refused to listen as I heard his feet gain contact with the water, splashing up in all directions to meet my skin with a cold shock.
I didn't realise how deep we were until he plonked me down in front of him, my waist up being the only half of my body visible.
"Justin! These shorts are brand new!" I exclaimed, staring down at my legs, consumed by the water I had not wanted to venture in to.
"Oh I'll buy you another pair, and more panties if you like" he winked at me, stepping forward to flirtatiously take my waist in his hands.
I did everything I could to keep the heat of blood rising to my cheeks.
"Oh shut up" I sighed, swatting his arm as he chuckled at my antics.
He began to unbutton my shirt quickly and precisely, the only thing underneath my outer layer being my black lacy bra.
"Justin! Stop it!" I whisper shouted at him, batting his hands away from my chest. He laughed gently, his hands regaining their original place at my waist.
"Aren't you hot in that shirt?" he smirked devilishly, his eyes a sexy smoulder. He always got what he wanted when he put on the smoulder.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I'm going to strip on a public beach!" I told him, buttoning the material back up, covering my pale skin in doing so.
"Oh come on Phoenix! There's no-one around! Live a little" he grinned sexily at me, his fingers trailing seductive lines down my sides, getting dangerously close to my hips.
He's right. We're the only people at the cove; we usually are. It's not a very well-known area of Florida. Brandy Cove isn't on the map, but it's the perfect place to come on a boiling hot day like this one.
I glanced back at him, staring into his willing, playful eyes.
Ugh, he gets me every time.
"Fine" I muttered, swiftly undoing all the buttons on my shirt and nervously sliding it off my shoulders. Justin's eyes were examining every inch of my half-naked body, taking his time to glide his lusting gaze down my chest.
I'm not thin. I'm not fat. I'd say I'm curvy. Pretty average boobs; I look great in a push-up bra, but then again, doesn't everyone? My legs aren't thin, but you could call them sexy when I'm in a bikini or hot pants.
I'd call myself quite average. Justin didn't seem to think so. He was looking at me like I was something to eat. If I looked deep enough into his eyes, I could almost see all the things he wanted to do to me right there and then. I was petrified of the outcome, so I didn't look too deep.
"What should I do with my shirt?" I broke the silence with a question, making sure I held the clothing above the watery blue depths.
Justin briefly shook his head, snapping himself out of the obviously very captivating thoughts he had been having to take my shirt from me, roll it into a tight ball and throw it onto the shore.
"Good throw" I smiled as it landed just about far enough up the beach not to get wet.
"Thanks" he grinned, before stepping towards me to take my hips in his hands. He leant down and kissed my neck sweetly, the feel of his smooth lips on my tender skin letting a soft moan of satisfaction escape my parted red lips without my realising it.
"Sorry" I blushed quietly when I realised the noise I had just made.
"Don't be" came Justin's whispered reply, his breath warm and ticklish on my neck. I shivered softly as he began to suck and nibble on my earlobe.
Justin liked to be kissed on the earlobe. I'd only ever done it to him once or twice, but every time I did, he'd let out the most satisfying, deep, husky moan that would shake me to my core.
It looked like the same thing was beginning to happen to me, although my moan was breathy and high-pitched, to me, nowhere near as attractive as the ones Justin would give. Justin clearly found my moan an extreme sign of encouragement, as he pressed his body tight to mine.
I gripped his tensed shoulders as he continued to make love to my neck, pressing himself into me.
Just before I could return the favour, a loud whistle made me jump back from him, my heart hammering against my chest as I squinted towards the shore.
"Phew! It is getting hot out here!" came a familiar voice from the sand, a couple of hollers coming from different mouths too.
"Ah fuck. It's the boys. I forgot to check the time. I said I'd go out with them this afternoon. Sorry Nixxi" Justin sighed, running his hands stressfully through his hair.
I suddenly felt totally bare as I stood in front of five or six guys in shorts and a bra. And my shirt is on the shore. Great.
Justin and I began to wade out of the warm water towards the boys, and as soon as I reached the sand, I snatched up my shirt and quickly threw it on, buttoning up as many as was needed to hide my dignity - or what was left of it anyways.
Justin walked up to the guys and gave some of them that weird bro hug and handshake they often do to look cool.
"Justin, Justin, Justin. Tut tut tut. What are we gonna do with you? You just can't keep it in your pants can you?" Mick, Justin's closest guy friend chuckled as the guys behind him slid their eyes up and down me.
It was okay when Justin did that, but when they did it... It just felt wrong, and really really scary.
"Shut up Mick, Nix is my best friend" Justin defended me as he pulled on a white v-neck tee that had been lying beside our towels.
"Yeah but you can't tell me you haven't had that pretty little blonde in bed" Mick laughed, pointing at me as I stood awkwardly off to the side of their little group conversation.
I blushed and pulled the sleeves of my shirt down over my wrists, folding my arms uncomfortably across my chest, my almost ice-white hair cropped down to just below my ear, sticking out in most directions other than straight up - thank god.
"Actually, I haven't" Justin stated emotionlessly.
"But you know you want to".
Everyone fell silent. I waited for Justin to reply with a defence for Mick's accusation, but he didn't have one. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore was the only noise for miles.
"Let's go guys" Justin stated, once again, his voice emotionless and stiff. Mick gave a smirk, his blue eyes filled with triumph and trouble.
Justin came over to me to whisper a subtle goodbye.
"I'm sorry about that Phoenix, I'll make it up to you, I promise. Can I come over tonight?" he mumbled, his eyes apologetic and loving.
"Yeah, sure" I kept my tone blank and my volume low, making sure Mick and his asshole buddies couldn't hear me.
"What time do you want me?".
"Whatever".
"Okay, I'll see you tonight...." he took a brief pause to glance behind him and check that the guys weren't listening.
"I love you" he smiled softly.
"Love you too" I whispered with a blush, and he swiftly kissed my cheek, before turning and walking off with the guys.
I watched him leave me alone on the beach, my mind whirring with conflicting emotions as I watched him laugh and joke and be a guy with the idiots he called his friends. I sighed softly. I wish I had him all to myself. Things would be a lot different, I'm sure of it.