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Ivy had screwed open the cap on her water, and had it turned up, and pressed to her lips, when the skateboarder walked up to her. The first things she saw were his shoes, the skateboarder type, which she had hidden in the bag beside her. She looked at the those shoes for a few long seconds, as she heard him speak, and the voice seemed to fit them perfectly. She couldn't help but smile at his compliment, as well as the thought of someone other than herself wearing non-flip-flops to the beach.
Her eyes traveled from the feet of this guy, up to his face, and her smile broadened. He wasn't a jock, she could tell that, and she was glad of it. Jocks were always seen with those plastic 'barbie doll/cheerleader' types, which gruesomelly got on her nerves. As he finished, she laughed quietly, and held his gaze with two pools of blue. "Thanks..." She began, flattered. "And yea, I am. What was your first clue? The high-tops beside my bag, or the skateboard underneath them?" She smiled, showing that her words weren't meant to be rude, but playful and teasing. One thing Ivy prided herself on was being funny. She loved joking around with her friends, she considered it a hobby of sorts.








