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Chapter Six

I loved taking long, heated showers first thing in the morning - usually only about twenty minutes after I'd woken up. Maybe it was the steam from the shower - a warm, soothing blanket of luxury that I loved. Maybe it was the soft scent of my girly shampoo and exotic body wash that was oh-so-calming. It definitely woke me up, and I'd never drink that much coffee. It didn't really matter; there was nothing like the fresh feeling first thing in the morning.

I stood vainly in front of the large, sparkling mirror just above the sink in my bathroom, basically drying my hair, and brushing it like I always did; straight with a soft middle part. I'd already brushed my teeth, and put on my make-up, which turned out to be eyeliner, mascara, blush and a swipe of clear, peach lip gloss. Not that much, but it was a daily routine. I was simply wearing a towel that covered my chest, all the way down to just above my knees. I held it securely with one hand, fixing my hair, applying make-up and brushing my teeth with the other. I glanced reassuringly in the mirror for a final time, before opening the door, stepping into my room. I immediately rolled my eyes.

Seth was lying on my bed, reading one of my Teen People magazines, a plastic, toy horse sitting next to him, along with a sketchbook and a pencil. He obviously hadn't realized I'd entered my room, but after a couple of seconds, he looked up, closing the magazine, and grinning widely once spotting me in a clean, white towel. I tightened my grip, thanking God that the towel was covering my feminine parts.

"WOW. Rach, that's a really great look for you – probably one of the sexiest outfits I've seen you in yet." He said teasingly, winking temptingly.

"Why am I not surprised you're here?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Probably 'cause I called you about thirty minutes ago, and told you I'd pick you up so we could go to the beach." He answered matter-of-factly, still watching me carefully, the smile still spread across his features.

"You also said you'd be by LATER." I shook my head, walking towards the bed. I picked up my magazine, folding it in half, gently, playfully smacking him across the face. I didn't hit him hard, and he began laughing quietly. "Seth, get outta here. Let me get dressed, and I'll be down in a second."

"Aw, Rach…it's just skin. Can't I stay?"

I tossed my magazine onto my nightstand. "Cohennnn." I whined stubbornly, pointing to my bedroom door with the hand that wasn't holding up the towel.

He sighed, picking up his sketchbook and his toy horse. "Fine. But you're really, really mean, just so you know." He stood up, walking slowly towards the door.

"What's with the horse, anyways?" I asked curiously, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh, this is Captain Oats." He began, smiling cheekily. "He says hey to the pretty lady in the towel."

I couldn't help but laugh, looking up at the ceiling for a minute. "Seth, get out."

He nodded, his cheeky smile turning into a more falsely innocent one. He then began singing "Get Out" by JoJo under his breath, closing the door as he exited the room. He wasn't that great of a singer, but at least he knew his music.

I shook my head, walking over to my dresser, looking for my teeny yellow bikini. As Seth had said, we had plans to go down to the beach, and then probably to the pier, so I decided instead of going into the water with jeans and a see-through t-shirt again, I'd put my swimsuit on with my clothes overtop. I wore my bikini, also pulling on a pair of curve-hugging, washed out jeans and a matching yellow halter top. I ran my fingers through my hair, brushing a few stray strands out of my hazel eyes, and heading for my door. It didn't take me very long to get dressed, but I'm sure Seth was anxiously waiting anyways. I stopped, spinning around and picking up Princess Passion off the top of my vanity desk. I admired her bright, bubblegum pink mane for a second, before completely and officially exiting my bedroom.

I walked down the stairs, finding Seth in the living room, intently watching TV. The Simpsons was on, and he seemed very interested. He glanced over in my direction, and blinked. "Hey," He began, waving his hand in greeting. He studied me for a moment, before smiling softly. "I still like the towel." He admitted jokingly.

I ignored his comment, rolling my eyes yet again. I held out Princess Passion, walking to the couch, sitting down next to him. "I thought Captain Oats might like to meet Princess Passion."

Seth's smile transformed into a wide grin. Captain Oats was seated on the coffee table, next to the sketchbook Seth had brought along, facing the TV. "Ooooh. Captain Oats has a new friend to hang out with. Sweeeeeeet."

I placed Princess Passion down next to Captain Oats, smiling sweetly. "Princess Passion likes Captain Oats already." I glanced over at Seth, who was still beaming.

"Well, Captain Oats likes Princess Passion just as much." He answered, nodding slowly. "We should probably leave them here and head to the beach – they need some private bonding time…" He trailed off, realizing how completely stupid it sounded.

I chuckled, and stood up. "C'mon, let's go." I headed for the door, expecting Seth to follow. He nodded again, and stood up as well, following me out the front door.

It took us a few minutes to successfully make it too the beach, which was fairly deserted. A few people were tanning on the wide stretch of sand, but other than that, it wasn't crowded like you'd normally expect.

We stepped onto the hot, soft sand, and Seth winced. I glanced over at him, arching an eyebrow. He caught my gaze, and smiled weakly. "The sand is really hot." He stated truthfully, looking down at his feet.

I giggled girlishly. "Cohen, stop being such a baby!"

He grinned softly, sitting down in the middle of the beach; a perfect distance away from the water. He hugged his knees, pulling them towards his chest, staring distantly out towards the ocean. "I'm not a baby – I'm just very affected by sudden temperature change." He replied defensively, glancing over at me briefly.

I sat down next to him, leaning back, my hands behind me, holding me up. I laughed quietly at his weak excuse. "Oh, really?"

"Yeahhhh, really." He retorted childishly, squinting in the bright sunlight.

I shook my head, not saying anything in response.

"Rach," Seth began, glancing back towards the water, before turning back to me.

"Yeah?"

"I'm bored." He said flatly, as if expecting me to think up something exceptionally entertaining in the next five seconds.

I yawned. "Let's go swimming then."

He jumped up, kicking off his sandals, and pulling his shirt off over his head excitedly. He tossed his shirt down on the sand, waiting for me before heading towards the water.

Ha. He was shirtless – again. I looked away, for a second, before unbuttoning my jeans, and pulling them off, and then lifting up my halter top, revealing my teeny yellow bikini. I threw my clothes down next to his, glancing over in his direction.

He smiled another one of his Cohen-y smiles, eying me up and down, visibly amused. He cleared his throat, glancing away, and looking down at the sand.

I rolled my eyes, and walked towards the water, Seth following. I stepped into the salty ocean, and then jumped backwards. Seth cast me a questioning look, before running full out into the water. He surfaced, grinning wildly. "C'mon, Rach…don't make me have to carry you in again."

I crossed my arms over my chest, kicking at the water. I sighed, and then waded into the water a little further, before completely diving in. I surfaced, standing up. I pulled my now completely soaked, dark brown hair out of my eyes, turning to look at Seth.

"See, it's not that bad." He said, walking towards me.

I smiled slightly. "I never said it was bad. It's just…cold."

He blinked incredulously. "You're kidding right?"

I shook my head vividly.

"You're crazy, then."

I smiled mischievously. "No I'm not." I replied defensively, playfully punching him.

"Ohhh, yes you are." He replied, studying the playful expression on my face, grinning childishly.

"Cohen, shut up." I said bluntly, stepping closer towards him.

Seth winced. "It's true," He began. "You're positively…crazy." He lowered his voice now, speaking softly.

Our eyes locked for a second, my smile fading.

"You've got beautiful eyes…" He commented gently.

I delicately shook my head, but kept my eyes locked on his.

He leaned in, our foreheads touching, his body pressed against mine. My heart was pounding ferociously, my hands now resting on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around me soothingly, and finally kissed me – again, and again and again. His kisses were gentle and romantic; rocking my senses. I kissed him back, plunging deeper, more passionately into every kiss.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity, I pulled away, unlocking my lips from his. I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Wow…I wish I could stay like this forever." He said gently, still holding me in his arms.

"Me too." I replied truthfully, sighing longingly.

A few seconds passed before he finally spoke again. We both enjoyed the silence. "Let me take you out for lunch – the Crab Shack, maybe?" He suggested, practically whispering in my ear.

I smiled. "Sounds great."

After lunch, and another long walk down the beach, we sat down by the pier, on one of the various, empty docks. I rolled up the bottoms of my jeans, turning them into makeshift capris as I oh-so-often did. We sat on the very edge of the dock, our feet in the water. I lightheartedly kicked at the rippling waves, staring out at the sailboat-sprinkled horizon. Seth sat closely next to me, his shoulder brushing against mine in an adoring manner. It was about sunset now; the day gone by so quickly.

"Don't you just love sunsets?" I asked, glancing over in Seth's directions.

He nodded, smiling softly. "They remind me of you."

I arched an eyebrow. "How, exactly?"

"They're beautiful, just like you."

"That was really cheesy, Cohen." I said, rolling my eyes slightly, but I couldn't help but blush the slightest bit. Maybe he wouldn't notice against the stunning, golden reflection the sun was casting. "But…sweet, in a way."

He grinned. "I knew you'd like that."

I shook my head, sighing dreamily. "Cohen, shut up."

"You've said that twice today." He pointed out.

"And yet you still don't get it." I commented teasingly, smiling with a mischievous air.

He smiled, kissing my forehead, then my nose, and finally my lips. I smiled inwardly, giggling giddily. "Would you let me walk you home?" He asked.

I nodded. "Of course."

"Great." He stood up, putting on his shoes, then offering a hand to help me up.

I gratefully took his hand, slipping on my flip-flop sandals. "Let's go then."

It took us about ten minutes to get back to my house, but it seemed like a lot less. We stopped at my front door, and I turned, opening the door. My Aunt and Uncle were home by now – it was nearly 8:30PM.

I smiled, leaning gently up against the door. "That was fun, Cohen…we should do that more often." I said honestly.

He smiled back, very simply.

I opened the door completely, stepping inside the house. "See ya later."

He waved, then waited a few seconds. "Hang on – no goodnight kiss?"

I laughed, practically jumping into his arms, embracing him into a powerful, energetic kiss. I pulled away, smiling brightly. "I was waiting for you to say that."

He laughed slightly, letting me go. "I'll see you tomorrow." He said, kissing my forehead one final time.

"Definitely." I waved, walking back into the house, gently closing the door behind me. I sighed cheerfully, running a hand through my hair. I honestly felt like dancing, right there in the middle of the entrance hall. I had more self-control than that, though, but I was tremendously happy – and not to mention excited.

Maybe this time I'd finally found my own Prince Charming.

A/N: Hope you like it. :D

I'll make sure Chapter 7 gets updated ASAP – and again, sorry it took so long to get this chapter up.