A/N: I don't know if this is any good, I'm not used to writing love kind of scenes but please read and review. Thank you, enjoy :)
Three days. Three. Fucking. Days. That's how long Brianna spent in Mary's care before Lana came to see her. Generally, Lana would be cold to people if they caused their own injury but she was actually quite nice to her- Sam said it was because she helped them in so many other ways that Lana didn't hold a grudge over one small thing, which kind of made sense. After Lana's visit, she and Sam left. Sam held her small hand in his strong one reassuringly and lead her down to the beach. 'Hey Breeze. Wanna race me to the fishing boats?' he grinned cheekily. The fishing boats were about 250 metres away- she'd be there in seconds and he knew it.
She chuckled. 'Are you sure you could take the humiliation? Do you want a head start? Shall I jog? Or maybe even walk?'
Laughing, he replied 'Well... A ten second head start might help me...'
'You're on. Ready, set, go!' Sam took off at a sprint down the beach, kicking up sand in his wake. Brianna counted ten seconds and took off. Before Sam had time to register her presence behind him, she was in front of him and grabbing his hand. He shouted in protest as she pulled – or rather dragged – him with her, his feet scrabbling to keep up and in the end just giving way and letting his body be dragged along. After about three seconds, she stopped and stuck her tongue out at him.
He picked himself up from the ground with an exaggerated sigh but couldn't mask the grin on his face as he said 'Right, that's it! I'm coming to get you!' Shrieking, she attempted to run but collapsed on the sand. Sam seized the moment and began to tickle her, ignoring her as she kicked, giggled and screamed at the same time, gasping for air. Their faces were both flushed from laughing so hard by the time Sam finally relinquished his hold on her.
She adjusted her position and lay comfortably down on the sand, taking her fleece off and using it as a towel to lay on. Sam lay next to her and they both looked, in a companionable silence, out to sea. The sapphire blue waves sparkled in the sunlight as the rolled gently back and forth, the Sun behind them setting in a wonderful orange colour. It was the most beautiful thing she'd seen since before her mom married her step-dad, she sighed contentedly, this was bliss. Not the kind of anguish she'd been thinking of as bliss recently, but real happiness- she was laying on a beach with the boy she was in love with looking at something amazing. This was true bliss.
She turned to find Sam staring at her, as if he was in some sort of trance. 'Why are you looking at me? The sunset is beautiful!' she asked, slightly bewildered but still in heaven.
He didn't stop gazing into her eyes as he spoke 'Because you're beautiful. You're more beautiful than any sunset and everyone gets to see the sunset. Only I can see you like this.'
That's so cute! 'Aw, aren't you a little soppy poet, eh?' she spoke softly and pressed her lips against his. At this moment, nothing she did could be wrong. They were all that existed and they were all that mattered, just them. No Dekka, no Drake, nothing that could worry them. Just them kissing and not stopping because they didn't need to because not even breathing mattered any more and-
'Ahem.'
The couple both whipped their heads round to face the person who had intruded on their privacy. It was none other than Quinn Gaither that stood there, a few metres away with his arms crossed, smirking. 'So... Sam and Brianna, Brianna and Sam. I wouldn't have predicted that one. Quite a good pairing, though they do need to get a room.'