9:30pm - “Babe, please go to sleep.” Luke mumbled into the back of your neck. “If I even bobble tomorrow I could lose my ranking.” You sighed, “Georgiana is so close to taking my-- “But...” He interrupted, “If you hit everything solid you can jump to number two with three events left.” You tried to think like Luke, but the air conditioner in your hotel room was loud, every now and then drunk people went down the hall, there was a bright light coming inside the window, and you kept forgetting facts about your new sponsor. Somehow in the midst of over thinking you fell asleep.

6:15am - Your alarm had gone off at six and your breakfast room service was rolling in your room. Luke tended to forget that most people aren’t used to him being half naked a majority of the time, so he quite shocked the young girl who brought your food answering the door in his boxer-briefs. For some reason, as always, you both sat in silence eating. Checking weather reports, wave reports, event information, and even social media greetings wishing you both good luck.

7:00am - Somehow you arrived early, your shared assistant was waiting at check in with everything you both needed. “Your bungalow is the last on the left, no media for another half hour, get into wet suits, intro is at eight sharp.” He rattled off handing them their list of what color tops to wear in their heats. 

(((I feel like I should mention how a surf even sort of works. Heats of a certain number, say 5, go out at the same time with the same amount of time to do as many waves as possible. You get assigned a color for a wet suit top to put on so judges can spot you in the water. People with high scores move on to further rounds and get to a final where they go out alone to be scored.)))

7:25am - You peeked out the small window of your beach bungalow at the crowd waiting for you both. You paced in the tiny area, situating your blue top over your wet suit and pulling your hair from it’s braid. Luke was still in his shorts and tank, browsing his phone, laughing at something. “Luke you have three minutes.” He groaned, tossing his phone to the side before stripping completely naked to put on his wet suit and green top. “Leo’s been smack talking me on twitter, he’s literally thirty points behind. Unless I screw up mega there’s no way he’s taking my title.” You wrapped your arms around him, hiding your face in his chest. “I don’t understand how you always get so nervous.” He squeezed you and rubbed his hands along your back, “Focus on the media right now.” 

7:58am - “I just need to hit some good waves today, gain some points, make my trainer proud.” You smirked, nudging Luke’s side. “No matter what she does she makes me proud. She’s been working hard the last few weeks for this event, she’s going to rock it.” He leaned over and kissed the top of your head. The buzzer went off, signaling all media to leave contenders alone. “Okay babe, intros and I’m out in the water.” You pulled the zip up the back of his wet suit and he situated it on himself, “When I win my heat you better be the first person I see when I get out of the water.” 

8:28am - Luke’s arrogant smirk could be seen from miles down the beach. He killed his heat with two tricks verses everyone else’s four. He handed his board to your assistant and wrapped his wet, lanky limbs around you. He pulled back and grabbed your waist, whispering to you, “Once you’re outback wait for an offshore wind, coming ever ninety seconds or so. Do a pocket run first, then try for a slash. The three with you hit nothing in practice so stay solid, get points to move on, not points for a championship.” He kissed you quick before setting his board down and grabbing yours before grabbing your hand and escorting you to the water. This is why girls (surfers and non-surfers) hated you; the way Luke treated you. Like a princess, like his princess. Ever since you started dating there wasn’t a run you did that he didn’t carry your board to the water for you and let you know the conditions from his heat.

12:15pm - You both had made it to the finals. Your competition was tough but if you nailed the trick you’d been working on all week you had it in the bag. Not only did you want it for yourself, you wanted it to prove to Luke his training was working. “We’re both red.” He smiled, looking at the assignment board. “You know what happened last time we were both red?” You looked at him confused, taking your shirts from your assistant. “The final event last year, we both wore red. I won the championship and you won the event and jumped four places.” “I came in sixth-- “You jumped four places in one event. Today that’s not possible, you only need to jump two.”

1:30pm - The men’s final was first and Luke obviously won. He asked them to stop his celebration and not to interview him till your heat was over. His stood in the non-media area after he walked you to the water, silently watching as you paddled out. Two waves went by before you were able to catch one, you did a minor trick getting you solid points on execution but you needed more than that. You could see Luke on the shore, nodding his head back at you. As if it were a trigger you hopped on the next wave not even caring, standing on your board as if something had taken over your body. Before you knew it you had done the trick and were still up on your board, riding the wave till it ended and you bailed off. You couldn’t hear the cheers over the ocean until you hit the shore. Luke was first to you, attacking you with a hug before grabbing your board and taking you to wait by the judges stand.

2:00 pm - Your name being announced as the winner was such a blur. Luke led you to the podium and you both stood side by side with matching trophies and banners. “I am so proud of you.” He whispered in your ear, putting a lei over your head. “You got enough points to jump to number two.” “Are you serous?!” You squealed, “Really!?!” 

4:30pm - The teams were first to clear the beach, then the fans, then the media. You and Luke hid in our bungalow until they were gone, tradition as Luke would say. Hide until the leave so we can sneak in the water again. He took his back-up board and let you sit on it as he pushed it as far as he could before hopping on with you. “Safe to say, we killed it today.” You grinned, backing up to lean against his chest, “Thanks for all of the help.” “It wasn’t me, it was you. You did the heats, you did the final, all you, babe.” He kissed your shoulder, paddling to face you both away from shore. 

5:45pm - You were both wrinkly as could be, but your stomachs were also growling. As a celebration you decided to order a pizza as a cheat meal and that was your only motivation to go back to your hotel room. 

7pm - You yawned, crawling into the hot bath you had just run for yourself. “I’m exhausted.” Luke followed in suit, yawning as he entered the bathroom. “You got in the bath without inviting me?” “It’s got the weird bath bomb you don’t like.” You picked up the fizzing ball and tossed it back in, hiding yourself under the bubbles. “Correction, I don’t like the little leaves that go everywhere. But it smells amazing and it’s the muscle one, right?” 

7:20pm - You both relaxed in the bath, bubbles were dissolved, the little leaves were floating around. Most sport’s figures win something and go celebrate, they go out in public, they throw a party, etc. Most surfers have bonfires, they rent out a whole jet ski places for their team, and hire a luau to come to their rented house on the island. But every time you guys won anything you spent time on the beach, the place you were most thankful for. You got a cheat meal or a bit of dessert, you turned off your phones, and you relaxed. Most times that meant falling asleep before 8pm or finding the spa in the hotel, this time it was cuddling in a bathtub with little leaves floating around. 

8pm - 

@y/t/n: Thanks for all of the lovely messages today! Can’t wait for Moche Ripcurl in Portugal! :) Currently dissolving to nothing in a bubble bath.

@LukeHemmings: Took a bath for too long and at some pizza. Quite the celebration for keeping #1 in the championship & winning the Oahu run.