"B.E.A.C.H."

We drove up to the local beach, me and my girlfriend Zoya. She stopped her 2009 Porsche Boxster convertible then we stepped out. We gently closed the car doors in unison and Zoya grabbed the cooler(not an actual cooler..here it means "a container used to keep things cool") from the back seat before we slowly walked down to the beach. I smiled at her this was our 7th date so far.

We sat down close to the tide and gazed up at the thousands of twinkling stars in the beautiful night sky. There weren’t any buildings around...so nothing prevented us from really enjoying the vivid night sky, and each others company. Zoya got out two bottles of beer from the cooler. She cracked both of them open before handing me one.

"You know Zoya, This is so romantic!" I said and took a sip of beer. I looked at her eyes glittering in the moonlight.

"Only the best for you." She smiled, "You’re nothing like my ex. He was always grumpy and demanding and snapped for no reason. He used to test my patience pretty often. But I handled it." Zoya gulped down half her beer.

"Wait wasn’t he murdered? It was in the newspaper a few weeks ago wasn’t it?" I looked at Zoya and hoped it wasn’t too emotional for her to remember. I took small sips of my beer waiting for her to say something.

"Yeah it’s a shame." She finally said with a sigh, "He was annoying but he didn’t deserve that. I hear he was beaten to death, and the police say that by the looks of things it was done by someone he knew. They never did find the killer though".

Now it sounded a bit creepy. I cuddled a bit closer to Zoya, With her here with me it was a lot more comforting. She looked at me with a comforting look and we both finished our beers.

The wind then picked up. We had left our jackets back in the Porsche. I told Zoya that I’d go get them. She nodded saying that she’s a bit cold too. I got up and trekked back over to the Porsche thinking about Zoya and how cute she is. She was a great girlfriend. I reached for our jackets when a beer bottle smashed into my skull!

"You’re annoying too. You talk too much!" was the last thing I heard.

The police arrived about an hour later. They found a dead body of a guy and looked around for evidence. All they found was a beer bottle with some blood on it and the Porsche still parked there, apparently it was a stolen car! They questioned Zoya but she claimed she broke up with him for weeks now.

She was at the funeral. She spoke a few words of grief to his family. When the funeral was over she drove off in a fire red Volkswagen Beetle and apparently a guy in the passenger seat. . .

Well, this is my first attempt at writing a thriller (and second attempt at writing a story..hehe)!! Again I would expect HONEST comments from you all..Cheers! Take care:)