"Tell me to stop." He dared, his lips hovering over hers

"I-" she couldn't breathe with him this close. The tip of his nose brushed the tip of hers, She felt frustrated, trying to find the right words to say but somehow found herself pressing her lips on hers. The kiss deepened. Hungrier than the first one. It seemed now they had a taste of each other there was no going back. Her fingers brushed through his hair and his hands caressed the curves of her body. For a moment they were lost in each other, like a trance took over them.

Until she finally broke apart from him.

"What does this mean?" She groaned, her comment directed to the sky.

"It means... we like each other, Kel."

"What do we do now?" Kelly sighed

"I don't know... All I know, is there's no going back now."

Dylan and Kelly accented their fate. He was right, there was no going back now so they agreed to embrace their last few days together.

It was amazing how easy it was to convince themselves they could just have fun until reality kicks in. And that's exactly why they did. Car rides, bike rides, days at the beach, jet ski rides and quite romantic dinners in places they couldn't be seen. They named the risky places red zones, and the blue zones were places they could act like a couple.

"Come on, Kel, just get on the board!" He urged, ankle deep in the sea

"Dylan, I don't want to!" She whined, playfully

"You said you were gonna try!"

"Ugh, let it go, surfing's not for everyone."

"Remember the deal?" He asked

"...If I can stand on the board longer than 5mins I get to drive your car."

"And if you fall?" He eyed her closely

"I have dinner with you at paradise cove." She rolled her eyes.

"Right, let's get on with it then, surfer!" He cheered, giving her a cute peck on the lips "Are you still keeping count? That's like what? A billion now?" He joked, mocking her earlier comment about keeping kiss count.

Dylan pulled up outside Kelly's house

"Thanks for the ride home." She smirked

"Whatever." He pouted

"Aw, don't be a grouch. I won, you lost... Surfer boy." She chuckled, and leaned in to kiss him. "A billion and one." She winked. Hopping out of the car.

He watched her go inside, smiling to himself.

"No going back now." He thought.

"Know what they say about shooting stars... you can't share them with a friend."

"Well I guess they weren't taking about us." He pulled her into his arms, both closing their eyes, taking in the moment as well as each other.

"I'm glad you came.." he finally spoke

"Me too." She said, buried into his chest.

"What made you change your mind?"

"Well," she said, looking up at him as his arms cradled her, "I realized this may be one of the last chances we get to be alone together. Didn't wanna miss it..."

He pulled her chin up and placed a light kiss on her lips.

"I've never shared this place with anyone." He looked out at the pitch black sky. "I'd come here al the time... watch over the waves... it just always makes me feel that... anything's possible, even in my lowest moments."

"So why bring me?" She asked

"I want you to know what it feels like, when anything's possible."

She gazed out at the open sea. He couldn't help but stare at her. Admiring the magic in her eyes. She looked so happy, so calm, and he couldn't help but grin every time she saw a shooting star, her mouth had this curve at the end of her lips when she smiled, it hypnotized him.

"Kel," He asked "If you could be anything you wanted to be, what would you do?"

"Well, she sighed... I always thought I'd just... follow my mums footsteps and model... Now, I'd like to help people who are lost. I just, don't know how yet... you?"

"I'd write. And write, and write."

"About what?" She asked

"Everything! I'd be the next Bukowski! I'd write down all my passions, from the dark ones to the lightest. Going from drunk blackouts on a cold kitchen floor to lying on the softest sand, overlooking the night sky with a girl."

"A girl?" She teased

"The girl... that makes it come to life." He said, stroking her cheek.

She leaned towards him, giving him a kiss of gratitude which lead them into a passionate embrace. Rolling over in the sand as hey devoured each other. Finding it he's to pace himself, he became quite forward rather quickly, until she stopped him.

"Dylan... let's not rush." She whispered

Accepting her choice, he sat upright, if he was disappointed he hid it well.

Just as she was getting into her sleeping back, he held her hand.

"Come in here with me."

"Dylan." She began

"I just wanna hold you." He assured.

Kelly woke up before him. Gazing at his gorgeous face as he slept. His thick hair flowing in the wind. It really was the most beautiful view. Waking up to the beach was pretty great too.

Then she realized, today was the day. The day to say goodbye.

She walked over to the sea, dipping her feet in the water as she sat there, staring into the open sea.

You have to be strong. She thought. The truth was, despite what days he's feeling, he's never going to leave Brenda. She told herself. I will not risk my heart over this.

It was time to say goodbye, to leave him. Before he leaves her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Dylan kissing the back of her neck

"Morning, camper." He grinned "Didn't hear you wake up."

She got up, began getting her belongings together.

"Are you leaving?" He asked

"Erm..." she let out an exasperated sigh, "Yeah... I should get going. I had a great time though... I'm just glad we... didn't make things... complicated."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, walking towards her "Because we didn't make love nothing happened?"

"Make love?" Kelly asked? Bewildered

"Yes. Make. Love. You can at least admit what's between us is real right? Last night meant something."

"I admit we did connect... last night, the past 2 weeks were incredible Dylan, but... make love? Dylan we can't get ahead of ourselves. Truth is, our days are numbered."

"Wait..." Dylan said, scratching his head "What are you saying? It's over? Time for me to go back to Brenda and forget what happened?"

"That was the plan." She insisted

"It was yours... I, said nothing."

"Because you get so passionate Dylan without actually thinking clearly. Your girlfriend is coming home tonight, time to face reality. We had our fun, now it's... done."

Dylan shook his head.

"Dylan, please. We'll always have these memories to hold onto you. I just think, that you need to accept, that all it is. Memories."

"So that's it?" He tried to remain calm but failed "You're just going to walk away? Great, Kel. Good to know how little it meant to you." He turned away from her.

Feeling awful, she walked over to him.

"Dylan, of course it meant something. If things were different... I'll never forget these past two weeks, but... we had what we had... And that, has to be enough for both of us."

"What are you telling me? We'll always have Paris?" He mocked

"Yeah." She smiled "We'll always have Paris."

she grabbed her bag and turned on her heel."

"Kel." He grabbed her arm and kissed her passionately. "Something to hold onto." He whispered.

Kelly got home and slumped herself on her bed.

"Hey." David said walking in.

"Don't you knock?" Kelly groaned

"No." David replied, "Late night?" He asked

"Kinda." She said, her voice muffled by her throwing her face into her pillow.

"Are you coming to Brenda and Donnas homecoming dinner tonight?"

"Yeah, duh. Why would I miss my best friends' return from Europe?" She scowled

"Kel... I saw you." David began and she turned to face him

"What?"

"I saw you... kissing Dylan."