Disclaimer: I do not own any of the products or companies. Some real places are mentioned. I DO NOT OWN THEM. Not based on real people or characters.
"Are you really leaving next week?" Ryan asked as we were riding our bikes to the beach.
"Yeah, I have to." I said.
"Why?"
"Because I have to see my brother!" I said while locking my bike to a rack.
"You saw him 3 months ago!" Ryan said pleading.
"3 months ago was a long time! And anyways I want to see my old friends back in Pungo." I said hoping he would understand.
"You mean all those country hicks?" Ryan said sarcasticly.
"They aren't country hicks." I replied.
"You know what I mean." he said jokingly punching my arm.
"I have to tell you this though." I said trying to be serious.
"What? Are you going to bring home another guy and tell me to get lost?" Ryan said trying not to laugh.
"Of course Ryan, because you know that's just what I do." I said laughing.
"No," he said taking a long pause, "I don't want you going back and not want to come back here."
"You know, just as well as I do that, that wont happen." I told him.
"You never know, it could." he said looking down at his feel as we were walking down the path to the beach.
I stopped walking. "Ryan."
"What Layne?"
"Why would that happen? Every time I come back from Virginia I get to come back to all of this. You, my sisters, my mom and dad, the beach, all of my friends here. It's not like I am going to go there and call my family and say "Hey mom and dad, i have decided not to come back. I am going to stay here with Chris. See you this Christmas."
Ryan just laughed. He walked up to me and took my hand. "I know that wont. But I just don't want you to think about not coming back."
I smiled. What could I say? I know he means well, but sometimes I think his mind just gets the better of him.
Once we got to the beach I dropped my board in the sand and took of my sundress. I walked to the water and got my feet wet. The water was cold. The same as it always is. I look back and see Ryan waxing the short board. I walked back up to him.
"Do you really want to surf today?" I asked.
"What kind of question is that?" he said giving me a weird look.
"i don't know,' I said, "I just don't feel like it today."
"Then what do you want to do?" Ryan questioned.
"Why don't we go back home and change and go to Pizza Port?' I sugested.
"Okay, but this time your not going to eat all of the beer buddies." he laughed.
"Sounds good to me." i saod smiling.
We grabbed our boards and walked hand in hand back to our bikes. This is the life I loved. I wouldn't want to trade it for anything.
