Prompted by misha_angela on Instagram.


Mara

"Ready Jaffray?" Asked my boyfriend of almost a year, Jerome. I smiled at him as he took my hand in his. Today we were going to the beach.

"Yep!" I grinned. "So tell me, what does the mysterious Jerome Clarke have planned for us today?" He laughed.

"All I'm telling you is what you already know- the beach." I sighed as the cab pulled up to the house, Jerome leading me in.

We arrived at the beach about twenty minutes later. I unfolded two chairs, an umbrella, then took off my cover up. I smiled at the fact that Jerome didn't stare at me chest like most boys would. I could tell that he had matured. My swimsuit is a red bikini with white polka dots. Simple but still cute. "Come on Mars! Let's build a sandcastle!" He encourages. I laugh, and race over to him.

It only takes us about an hour to sculpt a some what castle. Let's just say it was about to topple over any second. Jerome suggests that we go swimming when it does end up toppling over. "Eh, I don't know. I'm not exactly the best swimmer." I admit.

"Ah, not to worry Jaffray. I've for you. Now come on! The water is calling!" He jokes, causing me to chuckle. He manages to lead me to the water, and it washes carefully over my feet. I smile, dragging my toe in the sand. Next thing I know Jerome has thrown me over his shoulder, and we are walking deeper into the lake.

"Jerome!" I screech. Instead of putting me down, he simply keeps walking. He places me down into the water, which is about up to my shoulders. I breathe a sigh of relief once I realize that I can touch the bottom.

"You okay?" He chuckles slightly. I laugh, nodding my head slightly. "Good. Now, I'm going to teach you how to swim." He takes me in his arms, and places me on my back. I balance on top of the water in his two hands. After a few, I finally get the hang of it.

"Hey Jerome? Can you maybe let go? I want to try it on my own." I say, feeling a burst of confidence wash over me. Rather than replying, he just laughs. "What's so funny?"

"Oh Mara." He smiles. "I let go a long time ago." I roll my eyes, but am grateful. "Now, the backstroke." He demonstrates for me. I nod.

"You've got me, right?" I ask. He kisses me forehead in return.

"Always Jaffray, always."


Short, sweet, and simple. I just for home from cedar point and feel like crap. Yeah. Follow me on Instagram maybe? I'm losing followers :( captaincurfew