Layla and Brandon continued surfing in the cool, salty ocean. The sky was a wonderful, light shade of blue, the sun was shining brightly, and the seagulls hungrily fluttered overhead. A few minutes later, Layla came out of the water, her bright blue and green striped bikini dripping wet.
"Wow, that was a blast!" she exclaimed as Brandon followed her out of the water. He couldn't take his eyes off Layla.
As they sat down on the blanket they had set, Brandon took out the basket of food he had brought for the picnic at the beach. He handed Layla a hero sandwich and a can of coke and took out the bowl of fresh salad.
"This looks delicious!" Layla asked, surprised and satisfied as she took a bite out of her sandwich.
"Well, I made it myself," Brandon said, blushing, trying to hide the lie he had just made up.
As Layla took a morsel of watermelon, she spit the seeds out onto Brandon's head and the watermelon fight began. Brandon with his mouth full of watermelon seeds, spewed out the whole thing as Layla ran, trying to escape from them. They chased each other around the beach until the two, tired and exhausted fell to the sand floor. Brandon toppled over and fell on top of Layla, their eyes meeting. Slowly, they pulled to a kiss as people stared and passed by, especially the little children.
Later, at around 12 midnight, they arrived at a nearby coffee shop called Café Rocks. The two couples took a seat outside to get a clearer view of the fireworks that were exploding overhead.
As Brandon sipped his cup of warm cappuccino, he glanced at Layla who was happily watching the colorful fireworks. He leaned over and gave her another kiss on her cheek.
Layla blushed, "This is the most romantic night I've ever spent with you. I mean, you're usually not like this. You're always just fixing your hair, flirting with other girls, and wearing your pants under your butt. But today, you're different. You haven't touched your hair since we met today, you didn't even try to hit on other girls, and your pants are up to your waist. And you know what? I like it."
The two kissed again. This time, the people around them stared in awe and watched the two getting cozy underneath the stars of the night sky.
Soon at around 2:00, Brandon took Layla back home and gave her one last kiss, "Good night Layla. I hope you had fun today. I'll call you tomorrow. Well see ya."
Brandon went back to his leva bike and rode away as Layla watched him go. She turned around and continued her walk to her house.
When she arrived, the phone rang, "Hello?"
"Hey girl," a familiar voice cried, "So, give me the 411! How was your date with Jason?"
"Hey Stel! It was….pretty interesting. I mean, Brandon changed a lot. He's not that jerk I used to know. I mean, he truly listens to what I have to say and isn't hitting on other girls. It's like he's a totally different person now.
"Tell me about it," Stella replied, "Sky's been acting so unlike himself. I mean that other day when we went on that date to the mall, he was complaining the first few hours when he was carrying my bags. I mean, it shouldn't be that heavy. I only buy over a thousand things."
Layla giggled as the two continued talking to each other through the night.