Brady's POV! Thank you all for your reviews and follows. You all are seriously so amazing and motivated me to create this story:)

Just a little warning: the plot of this story is basically exactly the same as 'Surfing Lessons' (which I recommend you read before reading this, but you won't be missing anything if you don't) so there won't be many surprises. The only difference is that you get to see what's going on in our favorite blonde surfer's head! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own TBM :)

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The day started off like any other morning.

The sunlight poured in through the windows in bright warm yellow beams, bathing the room in its hues. Two honey brown eyes tiredly blinked open, taking in their surroundings. His room was the same, a cheerful blue and yellow. Once the salty, ocean smell drifted in through the windows, he quickly sat up, letting the covers fall to his waist.

"I think I could get in some surfing," Brady checked his cellphone on his bedside table, seeing the flashing 7:37 A.M. He stretched his arms over his head, cracking his joints and mentally getting ready for the new day.

"Brady, are you up yet?" a voice called down from the kitchen. He allowed his monster yawn to finish before responding.

"Yeah, Mom! I'm getting ready."

"Well, get your surfing over with quickly, okay sweetie? John expects you at his shop at 9," his mother explained, her voice drifting through the hallways. Brady cracked his back one more time before hopping up from his bed and padding to his closet.

There wasn't really any hard decision in finding what he would wear surfing that day. Brady just liked to humor himself as he stood in front of his slightly sparse closet space. There were a few shirts and cargo shorts, even a short-sleeved dress shirt here and there for special occasions.

With a half-smile, he leaned forward, pulling out his favorite yellow rash guard and board shorts. Within seconds, he had them on. Brady checked the mirror hanging next to his door. He looked the same; with his light brown eyes and tall stature. He didn't even bother trying to fix his messy blonde hair before rushing out the door.

He found his mother relaxing at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. She glanced up at him with her warm navy eyes when he entered.

"Honey, get something to eat before you go," she instructed, motioning toward the fridge in their homey kitchen. It was designed exactly like the rest of the houses lining the beach; warm and summery. Normally, people would just spend their summers near the beach, but Brady and his family have lived there for years. It was just their thing.

"I'll just pick something up at the diner on the way Mom," he answered, hurrying to place a quick kiss to her cheek. He rushed out the back door, relishing in the way the warming sand felt between his toes. It flew behind him as he jogged along the house, picking up his favorite surfboard leaning against the wall.

"Yo Brady!" one of his friends hollered from down the beach. He waved with earnest, but his mind was set on the waves in front of him, getting closer and closer.

One could say Brady's life was pretty relaxed. He spent his summers on the beach, surfing and generally having the time of his life along the shore. It would be strange to see him worry about anything, since Brady could call himself a pretty chill and easygoing guy. Everyone who lived in that area grew up with Brady, and he knew practically everyone his age surfing as well.

He spent about 45 minutes shredding on the waves, loving how the salty water sprayed over him as he pulled off multiple tricks he had taught himself. The aerial moves were his all-time favorite, though.

"Nice ride, man," his friend Alex offered him a hang-loose sign, grinning easily. Brady shook the water out of his soaked blonde hair as he treaded out of the frothy water, giving Alex the sign back. Surfing was his life, and Brady was proud of it.

He carried his board down the shore, breathing in the warm, salty scent and nodding to familiar people passing by. John's place was only a few houses down from his, and he spent more of his time there than his actual home.

"Ding dong!" he chimed, mocking the sound the door to the old guy's shop should make. That is, if he actually purchased a bell. It was a shop, after all.

"Morning, Brady," John greeted, twisting his head around to grin at Brady. He was polishing the shelves of the many small surfing equipment. "How were the waves this morning?"

"Not bad," Brady confessed. He made sure his feet were dry before hopping over the counter and walking toward the adjoining room. It was where all the surf board pieces and tools were kept. "What should I do first today?"

"Just sand Shelly's board a little. It's the purple striped one."

As Brady got to work in the workshop, he fell into a comfortable rhythm. He loved working for John. He didn't get paid, but he simply loved spending all his time near surfboards. John disagreed with the paying aspect, but Brady insisted. The guy wasn't a bad form of company either. He had the same relaxed personality as Brady, anyways.

"Oh, Brady," John called, once a customer exited the store. He dropped his sanding tools and walked toward the main room.

"What's up?"

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm probably closing the store tomorrow."

Brady frowned. John never closed the store during the summer. It was only busy around the beginning of June, like it was now. He usually took advantage of the possibility of more customers. Maybe something was wrong… "How come?"

"My granddaughter is staying with me all summer," he explained, a twinkle in his light blue eyes. "She's arriving around nine tomorrow morning. I just wanted to spend the first day with her, if that's alright."

"Of course, John," Brady nodded. He completely understood. Though, John never really talked about his family before that day. Brady was curious, since he always thought of John as that happy old man who was totally content with living on his own. It would be nice to see him with family he seemed to love a lot. "I'll probably just go surfing tomorrow."

"Sounds good," John answered, but Brady noticed how cheerful he suddenly looked at the mention of his granddaughter. "Now get back to work young man!"

Brady rolled his eyes with a chuckle before heading back to the workshop.

He got up almost the exact same time the next day.

Even though he didn't have to squeeze in some surf time before heading to John's, he still liked how the water was when the sun was still rising. It felt more refreshing, more promising.

He was sitting on the sand, letting the rising water tickle his toes for a second before being sucked back into the ocean. His arms worked while he waxed his board, preparing for a great morning of surfing.

For some strange reason, he turned his head around curiously, scanning the slightly busy beach as people ran around.

His eyes spotted John jogging out of his house. He was heading toward the side of it, where a lone figure stood with an armful of bags.

His granddaughter, Brady realized suddenly.

'Good for John,' he noted absently, turning back to finish waxing his board. It'll be good for him to have family spending time with him.

The morning started off the exact same as it had for the past few years; with the rushing waves lain out before him, his board beside him.

But, at the brief sight of the girl with her bags, Brady somehow knew…

His summer was about to completely change.

Hopefully this didn't completely suck:) And I also hope you guys liked Brady's POV! Let me know if I should continue this story~

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