The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks with the intensity and passion of the ocean's salty water was the only noise in the air, calming and steady. Each line on the parchment was crisp and clean, though it was unclear what exactly Naminé was drawing. The salty air filled her nose, and it danced across her tongue. Up the coastline of the ivory sands of the island, the blue-eyed girl heard something else. It was sweet, melodic even, and was drifting its way to her. By natural instinct, she rose from the onyx black rock she was so eloquently perched on and followed it.
It was soon clear to her that the sound was actually the rhythmic strumming of a guitar. Correction, it was a sitar being held in the large hands of a boy slightly older than Naminé, a boy with frosty blonde hair faintly darker than her own in a mullet, which, somehow, he had made look good. She recognized the tune; it was Affinity by Red Car Wire. She knew the song by heart, the lyrics unable to be sealed in by her lips.
"Did it hurt when you fell down from heaven? It's stupid to use the words others spent time to achieve." Normally, she was far too afraid to even speak to a stranger, let alone sing within twenty feet of one, but his back being turned to her and him being so focused in the sea in front of him was reassuring.
She stepped onto the pier he was posed on. Finally allowing her eyes to drift from him and his crossed legs, she noticed a golden-haired boy settled next to him, legs dangling over the edge of the moist, wooden planks. She has also just noticed he was singing along, as well.
"It's a lie not to listen, a sin pessimistic when things that we need to say fall through the cracks, like I love you, I miss you, and I hate life without you." His voice was beautiful, unlike any other Naminé had ever heard before. Without realizing, her singing had grown louder and had drawn the attention of the two boys.
The one with golden hair couldn't have been much older than Naminé herself. He had sun-tanned skin, but it wasn't quite as dark as his friend's. She could smell something sweet, something comforting, and it seemed to be coming from them. She continued to sing to herself as the mulleted teenager continued playing, but stopped when the other stood up and stepped towards her.
"Where have you been my love? I want you back," he sang, like something magical, unreal. Without missing a beat, he whispered in a voice similar to his singing, "Keep singing." So, She complied, afraid to contradict the young man standing before her, though she hadn't realized he had heard her.
Fairytales and fantasies were Naminé's life, stories and separate worlds consumed her imagination on a regular basis, but this was the first time she had ever actually felt like she was in one. As he stood up and walked towards her, still singing, her heart began to quicken its pace. Her shyness was overwhelming, normal human contact could give her a heart attack, let alone singing with a rather attractive boy. She felt her knees becoming wearier by each strum of the sitar. Her cheeks became flushed and hot, pulsing with a cherry red that stood strongly against her pale face and icy blue eyes.
"So I don't feel alone in the world, baby you're hard ot get over. We're older is just a little lie we tell ourselves in itself."
Before she was able to pass out, she heard a mechanical vibration. It had come from the sitarist's pocket. He stopped playing the everlasting melody to check his phone, and so ended the voices of the teenagers standing, eyes locked on one another, on the wooden pier, only to stare at each other without breathing a word.