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Looking out at the shimmering water, the moonlight was bouncing off the midnight blue oasis seeming to make it sparkle as Eli and I sauntered along the shore and squished the soft, moist sand in between our toes. I was trying to avoid stepping on the shells, as I held my shoes in my hand, grasping them tightly. It seemed like much longer than a few minutes without talking as we continued our moonlit stroll until one of us said something. The "Julia Situation" had both our minds spinning and honestly, I hadn't a clue what to say about it.
"You know I would never let her get between us." He broke the silence as he looked down at me; I could feel his eyes on my back as my chestnut hair was blown back by the slight wind that approached me.
"I know, I was just feeling intimidated, I guess is the word." I finally parted my lips as we continued to walk.
"And why would you be intimidated by her? You have nothing on her, Edwards." I looked up as he smirked down at me and I couldn't help but smile a slight smile, then I quickly went back to staring at the sandy ground and squishing the murky substance underneath my feet.
"When you went to the bathroom, she happened to say, uhm, some things." I hesitated as I spoke the words that parted from my lips.
"Oh really. Did she now?" He asked, a curious tone in his voice, while we continued to walk.
"Oh yes. It just so happens she did."
"And what may these words have been?"
"She was wondering why you were with me. And in a nut shell, she stated that I shouldn't go near you again."
He quietly chuckled to himself, "And you listened to her? We broke up for a reason. She was way too clingy. And was constantly cramping my style."
Now it was my turn to giggle, "Your style? And what does that include?"
"Well, a hearse. Some eye liner, a couple Dead Hand shirts, and some girl named Clare Edwards."
"Oh really? Now I'm included in some goth boy's style?" I joked, "Where is my life leading?"
"If you want to get technical, right to this lake." He pointed over at the sparkling body of water. He looked down at me, as I peered up at him. His large, green eyes seemed to pierce me. The light from the moon glimmered on his shining, black hair as it moved vaguely in the small amount of wind. Now, we were standing face-to-face along the lake's shore.
"Just pretend like she's not here."
"How? It's a little hard to do because she's here. Living and breathing."
"Listen, Clare. Don't be intimidated by her. She's just another typical teenage girl. But, you. You're different."
I couldn't help but smile. Here was a bad-ass teenage boy who refused to attire in anything except black, drive a hearse, get multiple detentions supporting multiple incidents on school property and I could bring out his sensitive side. I would have never imagined half of these words that he said to have tumbled out of his mouth. But, I guess it was possible. Anything was possible. However, there was much more to him than the eye met. I was always taught never to judge a book by its cover.
"I think I'm done worrying, for now at least." I smirked up at him and he reached down to grab my hand. Our fingers intertwined and we continued our walk down the beach, under the moonlight.
"Any time you need reassuring, I'm here."