So here's the long awaited second beach chapter. Thanks for all you continued support. Don't forget to thank MaybeWolf for his continued support in this story. This chapter is a shout out to a similar beach chapter in his story Misery Loves Company, if only in name. Here's chapter 12!

Everything was fine until Robbie thought that people seemed to start noticing them. They had been walking at a quick pace and he did not notice them immediately. He could hear them whisper to each other, though he couldn't make out what they were saying. Soon, he could hear them snickering at him, almost as if to say, "What is that nerd doing with her?"

"What's wrong?" Tori asked when she noticed how agitated her friend was getting. He appeared to be looking around for something, an annoyed face spoiling his normally good natured complexion.

"I uh... thought I heard... people." He said a little unevenly after collecting his thoughts for a moment. His confusion was further proliferated when he noticed how far they had gone from their little area by the parking lot.

"Where are we going?" Robbie asked trying to change the subject. They had been walking for quite a while, and Robbie still had no idea where they were going. The crowd on the beach thinned out more and more the further they got from the parking lot and where their chairs were at. Debris started to litter the ground a little more, and Robbie almost tripped over some driftwood that had washed ashore.

"No where in particular. I just figured that since they ditched us, it was only fair that we ditched them." Tori answered quickly. "You don't mind, do you?" She asked after realizing that she hadn't actually asked him earlier. Perhaps that was why he was so agitated.

"Not at all," Robbie replied, smiling a little. "I love long walks on the beach too." The instant the words left his lips, Robbie felt himself cringe a little. It was such a corny and terrible joke that all he wanted to do was bury his head in the warm sand beneath his feet. For a moment he thought he was hearing things, before he realized that it was actually Tori laughing at his joke.

Tori found Robbie to be great company, although that should have been obvious. The more time she spends with Robbie, the more she wishes she had done so sooner. After a while though, Tori seemed distracted and distant. Robbie was afraid that it was him that was boring her so much. Perhaps that was why they hadn't hung out a lot before.

"What's wrong?" Robbie asked after a long pause in their conversation, hoping to get to the heart of the matter. His fear that Tori was getting tired of hanging out with him and that she too would ditch him was slowly getting stronger.

"Nothing. Just remembering the past," She replied hoping Robbie would be satisfied with her answer. The curious look on Robbie's face told her that he was nowhere near satisfied. Figuring that she would have to elaborate anyways, Tori figured she should just get on with it and tell her friend why she was acting as nervous as she was. She owed him that much for following her blindly for so long.

"When I was younger, my family would come to the beach a lot. It was kind of our thing. I remember when my father and I would walk down a beach looking for some good drift wood to build a little hut. When we were done, our whole family would sit under it and watch the sun go down. It was a little crowded, but the four of us didn't mind. It was nice to spend the time with them. When, my father got promoted and Trina got into Hollywood Arts, we didn't come to the beach anymore. I guess I just miss those times."

For a moment, Robbie didn't know what to say. It was strange to see Tori in a nostalgic mood. He was so captivated by all the emotions that played across her face as she told her story. First the happiness and genuine smile that crossed her face as she retold her times with her father, followed by the disappointment and frown. He was so captivated by her that he didn't even realize he was staring. It wasn't until Tori turned to look at his reaction to her story did he snap out of his trance and realize he should probably say something.

"We could maybe... try to create... if you wanted." Robbie mumbled out. It took a moment for Tori to figure out what Robbie was talking about, but when she did, a smile spread across her face.

"I don't know... It's kind of difficult to make," She said uncertainly. Her father was the one who had usually done the heavy lifting. Looking upon her friend and seeing him head up and down the beach dragging pieces of driftwood to them, Tori quickly dismissed the uncertainty in her mind. He already appeared out of breath after dragging the first one so Tori went to grab the next one with him.

It took them a while to do it, but when it was done, it was smaller and shabbier than Tori had remembered. Seeing Robbie collapsed under it was a funny sight however, and a perfect pose for a photo. She loved the fact that he was willing to put so much effort in for her. Smiling as she saw the photo on her phone, she sat down next to him, and laid down. He looked over at her when she did so and just then noticed the phone she was brandishing as she lay next to him.

"Smile," she said as she took their picture together. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Tori noted how comfortable it was with just the two of them. She had forgotten how fun it was to build these huts, and was glad the she had someone to share it with. The more she thought about the recent times she spent with Robbie, the more she realized how much she had been missing what was right in front of her.

For a while the two of them just laid there watching the setting sun. Robbie didn't know what to say, and Tori knew there was nothing to say. As the sun died down, the air grew a little chillier, and Tori found herself gravitating toward the other heat source in the hut. If Robbie found it strange how close Tori had come to him, he didn't say it.

"Thanks for helping me put it all together," Tori whispered in Robbie's ear when she got close enough to him. Pressing her lips onto his cheek, she hoped that she was able to convey the gratitude she was feeling at the moment.

Robbie was taken aback at the sudden show of affection. While definitely not unwelcome, it was unexpected. In his eyes, he was only doing what any good friend would, yet the kiss had been a lot more affectionate that most friends were. At least, it was a lot more affectionate than his friends are. He remembered the last time he and Andre and done that to Tori as a bit of a joke. While the action was the same, it had somehow felt vastly different. If he had to describe it in one word, it would be lingering.

Pulling back after the kiss, Tori finally realized how dark it had gotten. Robbie didn't want the moment to ever end, but even he knew that was ridiculous.

"C'mon. We should probably rejoin the others. We don't want them to worry do we?" Tori said as she dragged Robbie along. Robbie almost said he didn't care if his friends worried about them. All he wanted was to spend more time with Tori. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end. Looking behind them one more time, Robbie and Tori both knew that together, they had forged something special.

La petite hutte.

Well, that's that. I hope you all enjoy reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don't forget to leave a review. Stay tuned for the final beach chapter.