Ocean Avenue

disclaimer: Yellowcard owns the lyrics to Ocean Avenue

There's a place off Ocean Avenue,
where I used to sit and talk with you.
We were both sixteen and it felt so right,
sleeping all day staying up all night.

I remember that kiss...

A messy haired blond allowed his feet to dangle and sway lightly with the breeze as he sat on the edge of the rickety pier. The tropical winds mussed with his blond locks and lifted the smell of sea salt to his slender nose. He could hear light steps carefully walking up behind him making the old pier creak. His turquoise blue eyes led up to see his visitor whom was a tiny blonde girl greeting him with a light smile.

"Naminé," his tenor voice shaped her name elegantly as she sat beside him, "You bring the goods?"

"Yes I did," she smiled pulling out a concealed plastic bag.

"Yum, sea-salt ice cream!" His calloused fingers hungrily reached for the bag that sat on her lap.

"Hey!" She slapped his hand away playfully, "Watch yourself."

"I can't resist that sea-salty goodness," He ruffled his hair and awaited the stick of ice cream.

Naminé's small hands seemed to sparkle in the light of the setting sun. The boy marveled at her petite digits as he reached for his share of the treat. Their hands lightly brushed in the exchange and they both blushed furiously attempting to hide it by turning their faces away.

"Roxas?" She unwrapped the treat slowly as she spoke.

"Yeah?" He turned to her, the ice cream hanging from his lips making her chuckle.

"Don't you love days like this?"

"Like what?" He dropped the ice cream into his hand as she frowned at him.

"The beautiful weather," She began, but Roxas cut her off.

"I've only noticed how beautiful you are," he smiled as her face tinged pink.

"The clear, perfect water," she continued as he brushed a strand of her blond hair from her face with his free hand.

"The perfection isn't in the water Nam," she blushed deeper.

"Roxas, I'm happy that you asked me here tonight," the blonde girl's hand gently laid on his leg and he felt the heat rise to his face.

"I am too," he leaned in towards her, "This is just right."

His lips brushed hers and they shared their first kiss then. The sky was gold and spotted with wine red clouds and left them bathed in the light of the setting sun. They didn't say anything after that. Just intertwined their hands and ate their ice cream, letting the sound of the lapping waves crashing against the pier at their feet be the soundtrack of their summer.

A nice little something I thought of in gym. More chapters coming.