Ideas are still slow for prisoner, but I've got tons for this one. Lots of fun to write :)
Ib- Age 10
Garry- Age 21
2. Beach Isolation
I looked around, gripping the picnic basket in my hands, and looked at the vast beach. However, there it was missing something. Where were all the people?
"It seems a bit empty here..." Garry said, looking around.
"Yeah..." I said, and continued forward. We put our stuff right in the middle of the beach, and laid down our towels and beach chairs. I fluffed out my towel and laid it flat on the sand, took my flip flops off and sat down. Garry unfolded a beach chair and laid on that.
"Where are all the people?" I asked.
"I don't know... it's the middle of summer, I wonder why there aren't any people here," Garry said, looking out into the ocean.
"Oh well. Better for us, I guess," I said. Garry was really the only person I could really tell how I felt. For some opinions I had, Mom and Dad would get mad at me, and the people at school didn't care what I felt. But Garry listened, and was the only one that listened. Normally I keep stuff inside, just because no one wanted to hear it. It feels better to have someone to talk to.
"You want to swim?" Garry asked, getting out his book.
"No.. I don't have a bathing suit," I said, and Garry sat up abruptly.
"You don't have a bathing suit? What kid doesn't have a bathing suit?" he said, and I couldn't help but smile.
"This one doesn't," I said.
"Here, we can go dip our feet in," Garry said, getting up. He rolled up his pants then extended his hand, and I took it, then we walked down to the water.
"Is it cold?" I asked. He stepped into it, and shook his head.
"It's kind of warm," he said. I stepped into it, and it was kind of cold, but not so cold I had to step out.
"Here, Ib," he said, dipping his finger in. "There are thousands of tiny organisms that live in this water," I looked at the drop on his finger and shrugged.
"I don't see any..." I said.
"Haha, that's because their microscopic! You can't see them," he said.
"Oh," I said. I closed my eyes and felt the gentle waves brush my ankles. It felt pretty good, the warm evening sun was kissing my skin, and it just felt great. Until a hand pushed me over.
"YAH!" I shouted as I lost my balance, and fell into the water. The water surrounded my whole body, and felt cool and refreshing. However, I got right back up and half smiled at Garry.
"You're going to pay for that," I said, and put my hand in the water and splashed him. It was a big splash, and it covered the front half of his shirt.
"Oh yeah?" he said, and leaned down to splash me, and I took a step and pushed him as hard as I could, and I could tell he wasn't expecting it. He soon lost his balance, then fell in. He then sat up and smiled.
"That was good," he said. He brushed his arm on the surface of the water, creating a huge splash that covered my entire body. I put my arm in front of my face so water wouldn't get in my eyes or mouth, and dove at Garry. We were both sitting and splashing each other, until we were so tired we just stopped altogether. I stood up, and realized how wet my clothes were.
"Geez, my clothes are soaked," I said, feeling how heavy my shirt was.
"Me too," Garry said with a laugh, getting to his feet. We walked back hand in hand to the beach chair and towel, and Garry grabbed the picnic basket and peered inside. He took out a hair brush and some clothes.
"Here, Ib. I brought you an extra pair of clothes," he said, handing the neatly folded clothes to me. I took them gladly, and thought of how soaked his clothes were.
"Did you bring yourself an extra set?" I asked him.
"Me? No," he said with a laugh, "I'm fine, go get changed," I headed to the changing room and peeled off my soaked clothes and put on the dry ones. I felt much lighter and dry. I looked in the mirror, and my hair was a mess. It was all tangly and messy. Did Garry give me the hairbrush? I looked around to see if I dropped it or something, but I didn't. I sloppily bundled my wet clothes and went back to where Garry was sitting.
"All cleaned up?" Garry asked, and I sat back down on my towel.
"Yup," I said, setting the wet clothes aside.
"Turn around," he said, and I did. He started to brush my hair, pulling at the tangles and cleaning it up. Then he made a tight braid and put it on my shoulder.
"Thanks," I said, and noticed the sun was setting, and the sky was a mix of orange, pink, and baby blue. It was one of the most beautiful things I've seen in my life.
"The sky's looking beautiful this evening," Garry said, and grabbed the picnic basket again. This time, he took out a smaller box which had some sandwiches in it. He put it down on the towel I was sitting on, and he sat down as well on the large towel.
"Did you want turkey or ham? I didn't know which one," he said.
"Mm, either's good," I said.
"I packed both just in case," he said, and handed me two sandwiches. I ate happily, and he got out a roast beef sandwich for himself. We ate while gazing into the sunset, and watched as the sun slowly descended.
"Wasn't this the perfect night to come?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said. "The sky's so pretty," I observed the sky for the second time, and this time there was a mix of orange, pink, yellow, and purple. It was breathtaking, and I felt Garry shiver.
"Are you cold?" I asked.
"No, I'm fine," he said, hugging himself.
"You're cold," I said, and wrapped my arms around him. He was freezing. His clothes were wet and cold, and I didn't think that was good.
"I-Ib... I'm f-fine..." he said, his teeth starting to chatter.
"No your not," I said, letting go and standing up. I sat down on his lap and put my arms around his neck, hoping to warm him up a bit.
"Ib, I'm-" he began to say.
"You're not fine, Garry," I said, and he put his arms around me.
"You do make it a bit warmer," he said, and I smiled and closed my eyes. He might've been freezing cold, but at least he was feeling better. He let go, and I got up and picked up a stick left on the beach.
"What's that for?" he asked.
"I dunno..." I said, poking the sand with it. I drew a smiley face in the sand, and Garry observed.
"Can I see it?" Garry asked, and I handed him the stick. He sat up and drew his name on the sand, letter by letter. G-A-R-R-Y. Then, he handed it to me.
"Huh?" I said, looking down at the nicely defined letters.
"Write your name," he said, and I sat down next to him and drew two letters.
I-B
G-A-R-R-Y
"Forever is a long time, but I wouldn't mind spending it by your side."
I have a crap-ton load of homework, and this just released all that stress. :) I can't say anything about updates, but I will when I'm feeling down.