My stomach was talking to me. It was growling so loud that I was surprised Justin couldn't hear it. "First thing we're doing today?" I said, hopping off the couch, "Eating." He smiled and held both his hands in the air asking me to help him up. I grabbed them and pulled him to his feet. "Check out the guns." he said grabbing my bicep (or should I say lack of) and laughing. "Come on, muscles, lets hit the kitchen." I pulled my feet into the kitchen, dragging them against the cold tile floor. the floor wasn't cold, it was freezing. When i got to one of the stools in the kitchen I brought my legs up and hugged them close to my chest. But soon enough I realized that Justin didn't know where the food was. I got up and dug through the cabinets looking for food, anything. I found batter. "We can make pancakes." I said, removing the yellow box from the cabinet and sitting on my perch again. "I am an excellent pancake chef," Justin said, picking up the yellow box and looking at the ingredients. "I won't allow you to help me make them." He said sternly. He sounded so grown up. So.. sexy. I pulled my legs closer to myself and smiled. He moved himself around the kitchen perfectly and before I knew it the aroma of pancakes was filling the air.
The pancakes were great. They had hints of vanilla and cinnamon in them. That is my favorite combination of scents and tastes. It was perfect. "How did you get them so good?" I asked enjoying every savory sweet piece available. He smirked "It's a family secret. If I tell you, I'd have to kill you." He said licking the remains of the batter off a spoon. "How cliche" I mocked digging my fork into another pancake. He laughed and cleaned the spoon off. When I ate all i could I brought the plate to the sink. "I can do that." Justin said, getting up from the stool he was sitting at. "No, I can do it. You made the food, it's the least I can do." He came up behind me and tried to snatch the plate from me. I raised it above my head and his arm reached it. We were both holding on to a small piece of the plate and laughing. I gave in, only because he wasn't going to give up. I let go of the plate and sat back on my stool. I watched him wash the dishes kind of irritated that he wouldn't let me help out the least bit. it was my house. I gave up on the battle because I knew I wasn't going to win.
It was about noon when we finally decided to get out of the house. Justin brought me too a lake. The water was shimmering from the sunshine and I could hear little kids splashing around with their parents. The sand was hot on my feet and it made me sort of jump until we found a place to settle down. When we finally did I put my towel on the sand and felt Justin watching me. I turned around only to find out I was right. "What?" I said with a smile on my face. "Nothing." he said when he realized he was staring. His face lowered and his eyes were focusing on the sand. I moved my toes around letting the grains fall between the crevices of my toes. I lifted my shirt off my body and let the heat of the sun pulse on my shoulders and back. The green sparkle of the water was luring me in. Justin started walking towards the water so I had to join him. I was walking slowly, taking in all the sunshine, and letting the grains of sand fall between my toes. When I got to the edge of the water I let it play at the edge of my feet. Pulling out, and pushing in. I inched myself in deeper and realized the water was perfect. Justin was already out to his waist and I was just looking at him. His body turned around and sunk in to his neck. "C'mmon Madeline!" he said, brushing his hands at the surface of the water. I inched myself in more and felt the waves crash against my skin. "How's the water out there?" I said, getting on the tip of my toes. He swam back to me and grabbed my waist. He pulled me out deeper with him. that's when it hit me, Justin is someone I could get used to.
The water was moving between my fingers and toes. That is, until Justin collided his fingers with mine. I bobbed my head up fast, and sank below the surface. When I got back up his hand was still in mine, and his hair was wet. He'd gone under the water too. "This is refreshing." He said, looking at me. "Yeah it is." I said taking my free hand and pushing the water out of my eyes. My toes were slicing through the water and I could feel Justin's doing the same. They pushed against each other for a while during a silence that wasn't awkward at all. This time during the silence though, he didn't kiss me. I kissed him. He put his free hand on the back of my head, and pushed some of his fingers through my hair.
We got back on the beach and I sat on my towel. Justin disappeared to the bathroom and I was watching little kids splash each other and build sand castles. I also watched girls around the age of fourteen strut towards a group of guys who were giving each other high-fives. I had my sunglasses on so they were unable to see that I was staring. The group of girls were wearing practically skin, and their bathing suits were two sizes too small. I felt eyes on my back. I turned around to see Justin holding two ice cream cones. Some of the girls eyed Justin giggling and pointing, and the guys rolled their eyes. "I hope you didn't find those in the bathroom." I said, looking up at Justin who was still standing above me. He licked one of them and motioned to me to take the other one. I did, and he sat down beside me. "So, what do you say?" He said shaking his hair so he was able to look at me. "Thank you." I said, eating the ice cream. He smiled and shook his head. "No, not about that," He said looking me in the eyes. "About being my girlfriend." I smiled at him. "Is that your way of asking me out?" I asked. He laughed "Well, I thought of some pretty romantic things earlier, but I figured you really like the simple things." I smiled. Justin understood me. "Well then," I said with a smile in my voice "I think I am saying yes."