The next morning you wake up to find Weiss not in the bed. Which is odd. Because she sleeps like the dead. And she loves to sleep. You almost always have gotten up and gotten ready for the day or at least made and eaten breakfast before she is even out of bed. Unless she's got work to do, of course.
So you wander downstairs and see your mom on the back patio, sipping her coffee. The house is dead quiet. No signs of Weiss or your dad anywhere. Making your own cup of coffee, you make your way outside to sit with your mom.
"Well good morning to you. Surprised it took you this long to wake up."
"Yeah I think the jet lag may have gotten to me a little bit." You sit on the wooden chair beside her.
"Your dad and Weiss have run off to the home improvement store. I needed some more things for the yard, and he wanted to look at some new tools for some project he's got going on in the garage."
"Weiss went with Dad. To the hardware store?" You look at her with disbelief on your face.
"She jumped at the chance to go. And you know him, more than excited to have someone to listen to him while he talks on and on about what he's building and blah blah. I just handed the poor girl the list of the things I needed and wished her good luck."
"Very kind of you."
"She will give him a run for his money, I have no doubt."
"What do you mean?"
"The two of them are nothing but two chatty women. They'll get along just fine."
"Or Dad is just going to bore Weiss to death talking about some city ordinance he randomly thinks about when he passes a crooked street sign and she will call us to come pick her up when she jumps out of the car."
"Also a possibility." She snickers into her coffee mug. "But joking aside. I really like her. She has a good heart. And I got the chance to speak with her a while this morning before your father swindled her into going to the store. She's very respectful. And she absolutely adores you."
"Okay. Enough of the embarrassing stuff."
"As much as it pains me as your mother to say this, she may be more proud of you than I am."
"Now that I didn't think was possible."
"I know right? Who would've thought. There could be someone that would try to love you more than your own mother. That cute little munchkin."
"Well, I'm guessing if she survives it through a morning with Dad, then she passes your test huh?"
"Dear, the only test that it matters if she passes is yours. As long as you take care of each other and love each other, that's the most important thing."
The two of you chat for a little while longer, and then you help your mom make lunch for everyone.
It feels good to know that your parents are supportive of you, and now Weiss. You know how incredibly lucky you truly are.
—
The next evening is your dad's party.
You and Weiss drove separate from your parents. Mostly because they had a car service come get them and you had a feeling that you and Weiss weren't going to want to stay the entire time.
And just as you thought, Weiss fit in with the crowd perfectly. It was a small talk extravaganza.
You weren't interested in the least in whatever Weiss was talking to some old dude about. You were way more interested in looking at Weiss in her perfectly fitted black dress. And trying to look like you weren't trying too hard to match, you had chosen a dark purple sleeveless dress and plain black heels.
In an attempt to try something different, you had let Weiss pin your hair back in a braid of some kind. Weiss had chosen to leave her own hair down. She had recently cut it short enough for it to rest on her shoulders. Not quite as short as your own. But it didn't make you want to stop running your hands through it by any means.
And then there were your parents. They were in a class all their own. Your dad had made this incredible speech and your mom stood by, fully supportive of him and his decision to retire. Which had garnered a lot of gasps and awes from the crowd.
Once the show boating was finished on the little make shift stage they had set up, they took to the floor to thank all their guests. They looked like some kind of power couple. They ruled the room like celebrities. They knew everyone, and everyone knew them.
You hoped that one day you could have something similar to what they have with Weiss. Not the power couple part. But they just looks so comfortable with each other. Like two parts of one piece.
Sure they weren't perfect by any means. But nothing was ever perfect. What was perfect anyways?
"Hey, you look like you're ready to go." Weiss slides an arm around your waist as she comes to stand beside you.
This was it. Perfect.
"I'm ready whenever you are. I've known most of these people since before I could read. And I don't want any more of this fancy champagne and these little food samples they deem edible." You scrunch up your face as you place some kind of seafood pastry on the tray of a server that's passing by.
"And I just talked to that sweet old lady about yarn for almost half an hour. Safe to say we've had our fun."
"You know that blanket on my couch that you love so much?"
"The one with the grey and white design?"
"That sweet old lady made that for me when I left for university. Now let's say our goodbyes and sneak outta here before we get trapped."
You say your goodbyes to everyone who's names you can remember, and just before you leave you see your mom whisper something in Weiss' ear. And she nods in acknowledgement. It makes you a little suspicious.
You know your mom would never have malicious intent, but she is quite the snooper. And likes to meddle on occasion. Weiss quickly trots over and intertwines her fingers in yours as the two of you make your way outside to the car.
"What was that about?"
"What?"
"Whatever my mom said."
"Oh." Weiss waves you off. "She just said that I should tell you to take me to the beach."
"Ah." Now you get it. "Such a meddler." Weiss furrows her eyebrows as you shake your head.
"Why? What's wrong with the beach?"
"Absolutely nothing. Let's go." You grab hold of her hand across the center console of the car and place a kiss to the back of her hand.
—
As the two of you pull into the parking lot of the public beach, you slip off your heels, leaving them in the floorboard of the car, and open the door.
"Um, you probably want to take your shoes off, you won't want to get sand in them. Or you know, break your ankle trying to walk on sand in them."
"Right." Weiss puts her hand on the car and leans forward to remove her shoes.
Just before you step up onto the small boardwalk to head towards the water a thought crosses your mind.
"You've never been to the beach before, have you?" You turn back and look at Weiss. It's fairly dark but a small lamp post and the moon light the area around you.
"I have not."
"Ever walked on sand?"
"Nope."
"Hopefully you're gonna love it. This isn't just any regular old beach."
"What do you mean? Aren't they all just sand, shells and water?"
"I told you, my mom is a meddler. She told you to ask to come here for a reason. Now come on." You extend your hand out to her and she immediately takes it.
Part of you wishes that it were daytime so you could see every small detail on Weiss' face. But the other part of you knows that this wouldn't be nearly as spectacular in the daytime. So you were just going to have to rely on the moonlight to give you enough visibility.
"Oh my word. Why is the sand so cold?"
"It's nighttime?"
"I know that dolt."
"Without the sun it gets cold. And it's usually pretty windy. But we aren't here for the sand and the wind, as cool as they are."
You can tell she's carefully placing each foot with every step. Once you get close enough to the water, the sand has way less give beneath your feet. This makes it easier for Weiss to keep up with you.
"Okay. Stop right here for a second." You move to stand in front of her, holding your arms out and placing your hands on her shoulders.
"This looks like any other beach. Why did your mom insist on this one?"
"If you'd give me a second, I'd tell you." You move to stand beside her and hold your arm out in front of you. "Now go ahead, walk into the water."
"You want me to just wander into the ocean in the dark? By myself?" She seems distressed at your suggestion.
"I mean, just walk into the tide, you don't need to go swimming. Let the water go over your feet. You know what, never mind. Just come with me." Grabbing firmly on her hand, you drag her along side you into the water's edge.
"Blake! It's freezing!" She faces you and clings to the front of your dress and hides her face in your neck.
"It's really not that cold, Weiss. Look at your feet."
"What?"
She looks up at you and you can see the blue sparkles in her eyes just before she looks down between you. The water seems to come alive with life against your feet. A bioluminescent blue shining up.
"Wow. That is incredible." She steps back and bends down and trails her fingertips through the water. It leaves behind a shimmering wave of its own. "So pretty."
She stands back up, but still lightly splashes around with her feet. Mesmerized by the blue lights, as you just stand there mesmerized by her.
"This place is amazing."
"Not too bad for your first trip to the beach, huh?"
"Totally. I'm so glad you brought me here." She shakes the water off her hands and wraps them around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder.
"My mom told you to ask to come here because it has been my favorite place to come ever since I was little. My dad used to bring me here at night in the summer. So that I could see the lights. When I got older, I used to get in trouble because I'd stay out too late trying to see them."
"How rebellious."
"I know. I was a super cool teenager."
"A complete dolt."
The two of you walk down the beach in the moonlight for a while. Weiss childishly splashing her way through the edge of the water. You, occasionally splashing Weiss.
But eventually you have to make your way back to the boardwalk so you can go home for the night. Tomorrow you have to make the trip back to Vale. And back to regular life and work.
"You ready to go home tomorrow?" You speak into her hair before placing a kiss there.
"I am home."