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This randomly popped into my head yesterday, not quite sure why...
There will be a sequel to this, so be on the lookout for it.
Title: Take My Hand (or something....god, I can't even think of a title! DX)
Genre: General
Rating: K+
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It was a sunny, warm day. The sun was at it's peak, high in the sky, the warm rays beating down on the inhabitants and guests alike.
Kevin sat on hot sand Indian style, head propped on one hand as he watched the huge waves crashing down. He shook his head and looked down at the blue surfboard laying beside him, absorbing the sun's rays.
Before he had stared at it for more than a few moments, he heard laughter behind him and turned to look. Gwen and Ben were walking toward him, both with their own surf boards tucked under their arms and a third person following behind them. He was a younger male, around Gwen's age, and as the boy made Gwen laugh, he couldn't help it that his insides began to boil.
Of course he was a pretty boy, why wouldn't the surfing instructor be a pretty boy?
"Off your butt, Kevin, we're surfing!" Ben said enthusiastically, slamming his board upright into the sand. Pretty Boy walked forward and held out a hand.
"Hi, I'm Ronjon." he said, smiling and holding out his hand. Kevin didn't return the smile, and shook his hand perhaps more roughly than normal.
"Kevin" he murmured, releasing Pretty Boy's hand. The sandy haired male winced.
"Hard grip....alright then!" he said suddenly, clapping his hands together. "Let's get started, shall we?"
Ben let out a whoop, but Kevin furrowed his brows and shook his head.
"Uh, you guys go ahead" he heard Gwen say to Ronjon, and a moment later Ben and Pretty Boy walked out of Kevin's sight and into the deep blue waters ahead. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw Gwen sit down in the sand next to him, sucking in a breath as the hot sand burned her exposed legs momentarily.
A cool ocean breeze caressed their faces, carrying with it the scent of salt.
"What's wrong?" she asked him with concern, moving forward to get a glimpse of his face.
"I just...don't want to surf." he finished lamely, shrugging his shoulders, never taking his eyes off the massive waves.
"Hmm..." she murmured, and he knew she didn't believe him. He decided he might as well tell her the truth.
"I'm...uh...afraid of the ocean." he mumbled in an embarrassed tone, turning his head away from her in shame. He thought she must think him weak. He was an ex-con who'd been to the Null Void, and he was afraid of something as simple as the ocean.
He wouldn't have blamed her if she laughed.
But she didn't. She merely looked puzzled.
"I've seen you swim before, at the lake...?" she began, but trailed off when he shook his head again, finally gaining the courage to face her.
"It's not that I can't swim, Gwen. I can swim, but....the ocean is...different."
She cocked a brow in question, and he sighed loudly. This girl was just trying to kill him via embarrassment, wasn't she?
"It's...big." he said, staring with trepidation at the pounding waves. He saw several surfers fall of their boards and a few casual swimmers get thrust toward the shore.
There was an extremely long silence, in which the only noises around them were the laughter of beach goers, the calls of the seagulls, and the waves breaking against the shore. Then, quite abruptly, Gwen got to her feet and held out a hand. He pulled his head back in surprise.
"C'mon" she said with a gentle smile. He furrowed his brows.
"But I've just told you I--"
"I know, Kevin, but that's exactly why we're here. To learn and try something new. We'll get you used to the water before you try anything else, okay?" she said, pushing his surfboard toward him with her toes. He still looked a little wary. "Or you could just not surf anyway, it really doesn't matter" she added hastily at the look on his face; perhaps surfing today would be too much for him.
For a moment he just sat there, staring at her hand, then he finally grabbed it and his surfboard and hoisted himself up, brushing sand of his black trunks.
"You can leave that here for a bit" she said, pointing to the surfboard with a triumphant smirk. Frowning, he reluctantly dropped the board back into the coarse sand below their feet. She grabbed his hand.
"You don't need a board right now. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you" she said, tugging him toward the shoreline. He wondered for a moment whether she was mocking him or not, but finally a smile tugged at his lips as she pulled him toward the water.
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Lawl, I took the name Ronjon from the stupid kid on the Avatar episode "The Beach" XD. Anyway, there's a sequel about them actually surfing, so be looking for that soon. Please RxR.