Seth's POV
Reanna and I laid on the sand, looking up at the clouds from our soft spots on the sand. I guess it was pretty cliche, but I thought this was the best place for a first date. Dinner would have been awkward, I wouldn't get to talk to her enough in a movie, and let's face it- there's not much to do in La Push.
She pointed up at the sky. "That one is pretty."
"Yeah? Why is that?" I glanced up in the direction she pointed, but ended up looking back to her because I knew that nothing would be prettier.
"I don't know. It's cute, and fluffy, and bright."
"I can be cute and fluffy and bright." Would this be too soon to bring up the whole wolf thing? Probably.
"Well, you're cute and bright." She looked over at me, with a smile on her unbelievably pretty face. "Two out of three isn't bad." She giggled, her voice hinting that she preferred it without the third one anyway. I laughed along with her until she looked back up, but shut her eyes, listening to the sound of the waves again.
While she did that, I looked her over for the 7th time. She was wearing a simple gray shirt, and a pair of shorts that I should make a note of not thinking about when Paul is on patrol. I wanted to reach out a run my hand along the exposed skin on her leg.
I think that was the one bad thing about imprinting. It's hard to be so in love with someone who doesn't even know you. She meant everything to me, and I wanted her to love me like that too. I wanted to be able to hug her, and kiss her, and touch her, and talk to her as if we'd been together for years. But in her mind, it wasn't like that.
My train of thought was interrupted by a raindrop, falling on the fabric of my shirt. She must've felt one too, because she sat herself up on her elbows. We both let our eyes play between each other, and the rain falling from above.
"We should go before it gets any worse." I offered, standing and brushing the sand off my shorts. She nodded in agreement, and reached up her hand for mine.
"Help me up?" She blinked her eyes sweetly, smiling. I obliged, taking her hand and lifting her carefully, my hand tingling from her touch. Maybe she was expecting me to let go, but I didn't. We off of the beach and to the car, hand in hand.
I opened her door for her, causing her to stick her tongue out at me. "I could've done that myself." She countered playfully, sitting in the passenger's side. I shook my head, chuckling, and walked over to my side, jumping when the radio started as soon as I turned the key.
Right before I hit the off button, she stopped me. "No! This is my song! Turn it up!" She said as she got right back out of the car.
I did as she said, and yelled to her through the open door. "What are you doing? It's pouring rain! You're going to get soaked!"
"It's just a little water!" She spun in a circle to the beat of the song, the water coming down harder now. "Come dance with me!"
And as crazy as this was, I couldn't resist. I got out of the car and joined her in the empty parking lot. My heart beat sped up when she found her way into my arms, placing one of her hands on my shoulder, and finding mine with the other. I mimicked her stance and we began moving in sync to the pace of the music.
We laughed as I spun her in circles. And at that moment, everything was perfect. It didn't matter that I felt five, or that we were both drenched, that she had a drug problem I didn't know about, that Paul was going to kill me, or that I was wasting gas by keeping my car on. All that mattered was her, us, and the song on the radio.
But the song ended too soon. She stood up taller to place a kiss on my cheek, then spun back to her place in the car. She let me turn off the radio this time as I started driving the way back toward her house.
"Do you even have your license...?" She turned her face toward me with a small smirk, her legs crossed in front of her.
I shrugged, returning her grin. "Maybe. Maybe not."