The sun warmed your body, the sand hot underneath you.
“Enjoying your nap?” Johnny asks, smiling.
te sposta your arm to block the sun out of your eyes.
“I was until te had to ruin it.” te groan.
“I’m sorry.” He says, laying down on his stomach successivo to you.
“You know, you’re really boring at the beach. All you’ve done is sleep.” He groans.
“Because I’m tanning and I like sleeping.” te mumble
“Well that’s kinda boring. Why don’t te come into the water?”
“Because it’s freezing.” te complain.
“It’s not that cold.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Well, te have to get in the water to know officially.”
He stands up, and flips te onto his shoulder. “We’re getting into the water.”
“Johnny! Put me down! Put me down!” te say. “I’m not getting in!”
“Yes te are.” He lets te drop into the the salty, freezing cold water.
“Johnny!” te yell. “It’s freezing.”
“But you’re in the water.” He grins.
“Enjoying your nap?” Johnny asks, smiling.
te sposta your arm to block the sun out of your eyes.
“I was until te had to ruin it.” te groan.
“I’m sorry.” He says, laying down on his stomach successivo to you.
“You know, you’re really boring at the beach. All you’ve done is sleep.” He groans.
“Because I’m tanning and I like sleeping.” te mumble
“Well that’s kinda boring. Why don’t te come into the water?”
“Because it’s freezing.” te complain.
“It’s not that cold.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Well, te have to get in the water to know officially.”
He stands up, and flips te onto his shoulder. “We’re getting into the water.”
“Johnny! Put me down! Put me down!” te say. “I’m not getting in!”
“Yes te are.” He lets te drop into the the salty, freezing cold water.
“Johnny!” te yell. “It’s freezing.”
“But you’re in the water.” He grins.
I chuckle. I was sitting outside of the community college on the steps, waiting for Soda to come pick me up. He was late; as usual.
“Yes. I it’s quite refreshing actually.” I tell (Y/N), looking up at the rain.
“Cleanses the mind?” She laughs, sitting down successivo to me.
“Your hair is gonna get all wet.”
“I don’t care.” She shrugs.
“I thought girls cared about their hair. Especially girls with pretty hair.”
“You really think I have pretty hair?” She laughs.
“Yeah I do.” I grin.
“You don’t seem like the type to be all cute.”
“Well, maybe I like te that much to be that type.” I grin.
“Really?” She grins, tilting her head to the side.
“Really.” I smile, leaning in as the sparks fly.