Who: Kara Zor-El What: Beach times When: Hawaii Where: The beach near where Andrea and Kara are staying Rating: G Status: Complete!
She'd been renting a surf board since she got here, but she'd won one fair and square of a sucker who though he could take her. Was it wrong to stomp people into the ground because they didn't have the abilities she did? Maybe, but hey, she was having fun, and he did have it coming. She had been debating throwing the competition until the guy had started being a complete jerk. He had it coming.
Managing to catch a few more waves, Kara then headed into shore, pretending to be tired like any normal human would be. She wasn't sure where Andrea was. Wondering maybe, or at a bar suckering some shirtless men into buying her drinks. Maybe napping. She'd probably find her soon. Either way she wasn't too worried. If all else failed she call her in a few hours.
Kara rested in shiny new blue board against a palm tree, and then settled down on one of the beds that was on the beach as part of the resort they were in. Reaching into her bag that she had left there, she pulled out her black sunglasses and slipped them over her eyes, arranging her damp hair behind her and out of the way.
Stretching, she finally relaxed onto the bed, a peaceful expression on her face. It was hot, though to her it just felt nice. The sun was warm, and it made her feel that much better. Just soaking up rays improved her mood every time. It made her feel stronger, even if she wasn't getting stronger.
Kara had long since stopped being angry at her cousin, but she was still annoyed, and hurt. So she staid away. As long as he didn't want to accept his Kryptonian side, his Kryptonian side was going to leave him alone. She'd take Andrea back when she wanted to, but Kara wasn't done simply enjoying herself. Perhaps when Andrea left she'd head to Europe. Clark had wanted her to look to her future. And she was. She wanted to explore the planet, see the sights, the semi human way (save travel coasts). She could accept a new culture, he couldn't accept where he came from. The wasn't okay with her.
So she'd do things her way.
Her eyes cracked open just in time to see a shaggy blond haired man walk by, about her age, surf board in hand. He seemed like he was her way.