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Potential Break Up Song
Chapter 3
"The beach? Really?" Syo asked, his brows furrowed as he looked at the phone.
The remaining members of Starish had gotten a phone call from Ren shortly after Angelic had left for school the following day. Being cooped up inside her cluttered little apartment was not how he saw his summer being.
He needed to get out.
And he was going to.
"Yeah, I don't see why not. Poor Angie is working herself to death. I'm afraid she might die if I don't get her out of this apartment and away from those books." Said Ren.
"She sounds responsible, unlike someone we know." Ren heard Masato say.
"I think it's a great idea! I can see Syo in those adorable floaties we got him last year."
"I don't need those anymore!"
"But you haven't grown an inch since then! I think you do."
"Guys!" Said Ren. "You're getting off track. Will you be able to come or what?" He pinched the bridge of his nose out of frustration.
"Considering we too need a well deserved break before we start rehearsing for the UtaPri and Cecil is back in Agnapolis for the time being, we'll be there." Replied Tokiya over the commotion.
He seemed to be the only one with any sense at the moment.
"Good," Ren managed to say before the phone hung up.
…
"Aw, he wants to take you to the beach? You two haven't been to the beach since you were little! How cute!"
"Al, I seriously think you're missing the point here."
"I'm sorry… what's the point?"
"I don't want to go!"
"Well why not?"
"Finals are three weeks away!"
"Angie, I'm sure you can spare a day or two to spend with Ren. He did come all this way to see you."
"But-"
"No buts, get your tuckus out of that apartment and enjoy yourself. Go to the beach."
Angelic sighed, she should've known better than to consult with her brother on anything that didn't revolve around books or anything else she found important.
…
Angelic sat with a noticeable pout on her face beneath her parasol. She dawned a vintage styled fifties swimsuit she'd dug out of her closet, her legs crossed, as she struggled to get through the book she'd brought along with her.
Much to Ren's dismay.
But the playing boys, running from one end of the beach to the next, were making the current task at hand quite difficult. And every now and then she found herself stealing glancing at the half dressed boyband group.
"You should put that book down and come play with us." Ren said, suddenly appearing at her side.
His hair shifted lightly in the cool ocean breeze, his swim trunks sat low on his trimmed waist, his washboard abs seemed to glisten with a mixture of sweat and sunscreen. He appeared like a god as he stood there, attempting to reason with his friend.
Angelic's brows furrowed, "Can't you just be happy that I came?" She asked.
"I'm very happy you came, but I'd be happier if you actually enjoyed yourself."
"But I am enjoying myself."
Ren gave the girl a knowing glare.
He wasn't having any of it.
Angelic sighed, she could never stand a chance when he gave her looks like that. She sat her book aside, "If I play one game, will you let me study?"
"Sure." Everyone but Angelic seemed to know that he was lying though all those pretty teeth. "But I have to explain the special rules."
"Special rules? What is he getting at now?" Syo asked.
"I don't know, but it's bound to be good." Tokiya smirked.
"If you win, you can study tonight after we get back to your place. I'll even leave to let you study in peace. But if I win," Ren gave a wide smirk. "You have to do what I say tonight. Deal?"
"Hell no."
"What's the worst that could happen?"
Angelic didn't answer him.
"So, shall we play?" Ren asked, his eyes seemed to gleam.
"Alright, fine."
"Great, you're on Natsuki's team."
"Hurray!"
The game came off as a simple round of capture the flag, but as it started Angelic soon realized that it was anything but simple. The boys had been split up into two teams, Ren, Otoya, and Masato on one while she was on the other. She had very little trouble keeping up with the boys. Growing up with a brother who lived for sports, and she herself with her fluidity (from having to do countless twirls, flips, and various other dances), she was more than confident that she could win.
But Ren wasn't going to be so easily beat.
He studied her movements as she slid out of Otoya's grabbing range, her lean legs carrying her over the sand with ease. She was toned, had just the right amount of everything in just the right places. The slight curvature of her rear, the roundness of her modest breasts.
She was all grown up now, far from the little girl whom used to cling to him everywhere he went.
If anything Ren missed those days more than anything, at least she wanted to be bothered by him then.
Ren skidded to a halt as he watch Angelic cartwheel a few feet in front of him, inches away from his team's flag.
He wasn't going to get beaten by some fancy dance move.
Angelic was going to do whatever it was he wanted her to do that night.
Ren was sure of it.
