I'm obsessed with the pairing of Mack and Brady now. People think that it's betraying Raura or whatever to think that Brack is cute, but it really isn't. It's not a crime to find two characters of a movie cute together.

This idea came to me when watching the scene about how heartbroken Brady was at the thought of Mack leaving. It's more of a drabble than a one-shot, but…yeah…

There were a lot of things that Brady knew about Mack. It wasn't necessarily because she confided them to him, but more that he was just really observant.

Like for instance, she bit her lip before going out for a major wave; she found it less distracting when her hair was up when she was on her board; she could be extremely girly at times, but hated being called that word like it was the only thing she was.

Other things he gathered simply from experiencing them with her. Brady was there with her on the several occasions she sat outside and watched a beach storm, entranced by the thrashing water and darkened sky; he was there when she first discovered her love for banana smoothies and chocolate covered strawberries.

There was no way he was just going to let Mack go. Brady couldn't make her stay, but the next best thing was exactly what he could do—he was going to make sure she never forgot.

Moonlight beamed down on him as he hurried across the sand, the grains spitting up behind him as he ran.

(Another thing he knew about Mack was that she hated clichés, so thinking about her reaction to something as cheesy as this made him laugh at little.)

Brady ran up the porch, breath labored and face tinted red as he gave three rapid knocks on the glass of the door.

He waited a beat before listening to her quiet footfalls as they quickly hurried from her room.

"What are you doing here?" she soon hissed at him sharply, opening the door a crack and looking at him with wide eyes.

Brady smiled, seeing moonlight illuminate her brown eyes more than her inner emotions already did.

"Do you really think I'd let you leave without saying goodbye?" he said to her quietly, his voice above a whisper, but quieter than really talking to her.

Mack exhaled silently, looking at him for a beat longer with unreadable eyes before slowly opening the door more, wincing when it creaked. The last thing they wanted was her grandfather to wake up, though she hardly doubted he would.

"What are you gonna do?" she asked as she warily trailed behind him to her room.

Brady turned to her, grinning. It was a rare occasion he ever let anyone ever see him in anything but board shorts, but there he stood in her room, on what was gonna be their last night together, in pajama pants and a white shirt, hair mused and sticking up.

"We are going to spend this last night together," he told her firmly, "and it's going to be one you'll never forgot."

Mack watched as he sat down, pulling his drawstring bag off his back and setting it down in front of him on the floor. With obvious hesitance, she sat down across from him, legs crossed.

"I haven't see this bag in forever," she said wistfully, reaching over with one hand to pull on the bright orange strings. Brady had been carrying this bag when they first met in the first days of June. Now the summer days were just beginning to simmer down into August and she was already leaving.

Brady smiled as he watched pull the top open, looking into it curiously. "It was the thing I could find to carry this," he said, gently taking the bag from her hands and pulling out three items—a small blue candle and a surfboard lighter from the tourist shop a few miles away, a mini Tupperware container, and a navy blue and sea green bracelet.

"Chocolate covered strawberries," Mack said pleasantly when he popped the lid off the container, "leave it to you to remember my favorite thing in the world."

"I was the reason you found them, remember?" Brady said with a soft smile creeping on to his lips, "that one time my parents threw a party and I convinced you to try one?"

She laughed softly, the sound ringing through the air between them. "How could I forget? You practically forced it into my mouth."

Brady winked at her, picking up one by the green leaves. "And you loved it." On his knees, he leaned over, their faces inches apart. "Now open up," he whispered softly, dangling the chocolate treat in front of her lips.

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Later into the night, with the ocean scented candle flickering its flame on the bedside table, Brady ran his hands softly through Mack's hair, the braids having been ruined earlier. Said girl adjusted herself closer, her shorts ruffling as her legs wrapped around his right one.

"Why did you come here," she asked him softly, "when just hours ago I was telling you goodbye?"

Brady sighed, his arm wrapping around her midsection tightly as he told her, "I didn't want to be another summer that you would forget years later, leaving me behind."

Mack turned her head to him, doe eyes blinking at him. Brady looked at their glossiness through the dimness of the room, looking at the swirling colors. They weren't only like that, only when she was sad or mad or anything other than happy, but when they were her eyes were like marbles, Brady thought—swirling with lighter layers of brown and hazel, brewing up a storm of emotions.

She was a lot like the ocean that way. Her appearance could change depending on the way everything around her was, affecting her more than the outside forces realized.

It broke his heart that he was now one of the outside forces, inside pushing right through in the eye of the hurricane with her.

"I couldn't ever forget you," Mack whispered quietly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, "you—you are so much more than just another summer. You changed me, in a really good way, because when I came here, I was nothing."

She looked up at him, blinking at him with her glassy eyes. "And now I feel like something."

Brady leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. "I dig you so much."

He felt her smile against his skin. "I dig you too."

It wasn't an I love you, but it carried the same message, the same meaning. It hurt a little less to know that she was leaving, when he knew that it was hurting her as much as it was him.

Hopefully, this moment could be enough to keep him close to her, somewhere in her heart or in her mind, so that Brady couldn't disappear in the depths of her subconscious, but be a conscious thought—a hope, a need, something more than just a stored away memory.

I didn't really know how to end this, so I'll just stop there.

If I get enough reviews, or enough people let me know they read this and want to read more, I could turn this into a two-shot.

So, yeah, just review and tell me what you thought. I'm not that good at writing sad, breakup stuff, but I hope you liked it.