Heyyy. Thankyou to my reviewers! Lol not many but it was exciting all the same. Everyone keep reviewing and that goes for other stories too because i get lots of hits and no 1 reviews. I'll give up on stories that don't get reviewss so that's a THREAT:) I know this chapter is short - another one follows closely but this chap and the next one are going to establish main relationships that are going to become central to the story. I realize my own plot has yet to develop in a way taht's different in an extreme way from the book/movie but it will trust me. keep reading! xx
The sea breeze blew Lena's hair into her face and a gentle yet sturdy hand brushed it away. Lena stared into Kostas' eyes and knew that she had never felt this way before.
"Tell me about your family," Lena finally said.
Kostas hesitated for a minute and Lena thought that she had said something wrong, but then the calm smile that exposed white teeth and creased the young man's eyes calmed her.
"My parents are dead,"
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Lena quickly said.
"No that is ok Lena. It happened a long time ago. I live with my grandparents now."
A long silence extended between the two. Lena was confused about her feelings and soon found the silence a little awkward. Kostas finally broke the silence.
"Lena. You are so beautiful."
Lena felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She looked down at her feet and murmured something that she hoped made more sense than she knew it had. Kostas merely laughed and looked out to the ocean.
"I don't do this kind of thing Kostas." Lena whispered.
"What kind of thing Lena? Fish!? Ah Lena it is fun I promise, I shall teach –"
"No Kostas. Talk to – you know, boys that much. I kind of keep to myself back home. I have my 3 best friends in the whole world who I love to pieces and they seem to be fine with the boy thing. I just, I just have never been able to do the same." Lena stumbled.
Lena knew she was blushing furiously now. What an idiot she was! This. This, was why she never spoke to boys. Lena had been silently cursing herself for so long she had forgotten about Kostas temporarily. She looked back at him. He was gazing at her.
"I am glad you do not do it more often Lena. For this would mean that men would surely be swarming around you like the bees to honey. And that would have meant, that I would never have been given a chance to realise how sweet you truly are."
And then he kissed her. And for the first time since she'd put them on – Lena remembered that she was wearing the pants.