We run straight past each other and we both know this as we stop and turn around with funny looks.
"What happened?" I yell.
"Let's try again," he yells running out of breath as he hugs me when I least expect it, pinning me down and smothering me with kisses, though I think I'm bleeding through my nose. It hurts, but I'm pretty sure I haven't broken it. I put my hands to my face to avoid his kisses, but he just does it more as I laugh.
"We are so not getting into the moving pictures," I laugh as he finally finished sitting where we landed, Ike's arms around me.
"I kind of figured," I laugh holding my nose and flinging my head back.
"Hype, you're bleeding," he exclaims, "are you okay?"
"Oh, no, I just like bleeding for fun," I reply sarcastically.
"Is there anything I can do to make you happy? Another boat ride, I've got all night." He smiles, kissing my cheek and rocking me like a baby every so often. I don't answer, causing him to shake me a little.
"I think my nose stopped," I smile as I give him a quick kiss.
"Great, so what do you want to do?" he asks as he helps me stand.
"Not sure," I speculate. "But I—"
"Have you ever had sex in a boat?" he cuts me off, motioning to the canoe.
"No," I pause slowly, getting up from the ground. "Have you?"
"Just an idea," he pauses, smiling cheekily.
"Well," I say slyly, "wouldn't want to get our clothes wet."
"Hype, Hype, Hype," Ike shouts at me louder every time he says my name.
"What?" I say, jolting awake, accidently striking him in the jaw and rocking the boat to the left, causing it to almost capsize, this scares me considering I'm half asleep and because of me, it capsizes. Making us both fall in the ice cold water. It paralyzes me for a few minutes, "Ike?" I scream freaking out he got hit with the boat or anything because I can't find him. He flips the boat over and climbs back in as he holds his hand out. I was right, we didn't get our clothes wet I think as I smirk and take his hand.
"Oh, sorry," I whisper as I climb back in, "Yes?"
"Guess what today is," he asks excitedly, not caring I dumped both of us in ice water. "It's my birthday!" Blank staring at him for a few minutes before I come into focus, I shake my head, not believing I forgot his birthday.
"So, how old are you today?" I ask stupidly. I got hit in the head by the boat as I rub the back of my head. I'm pretty sure I hit my head on the side of the boat before it dumped us.
"Age is but a number," he says, poking me in the side as I giggle awkwardly.
"And a jail cell is just a room," I say with a straight face, then bursting into laughter. "So then what's today?" I ask as I give him a quick birthday kiss and rough up his beautiful blonde hair.
"September seventh, "He replies, giving me a cheeky grin as if I hadn't noticed, we're both naked from having sex in a boat last night. Oh well, if there's anything I've learned from him, it's that the first time is always awkward and if you've never done it before, do it.
"Are you serious?" I explode, "whenever I wrote anything I wanted to put a date on I put June…or July."
"Why? How is it even possible when you sell newspapers that have the date on them?" he asks as he knows I've been secretly working on scrapbook for the kids and our friends and stuff, not really a scrapbook it just has a few drawings and a bunch of cute quotes and sassy remarks for Race. So it's basically a multipurpose thing when I'm not busy which isn't very often. Ike helps me with it sometimes as he has better handwriting than me but I don't mind, not a lot of people can read mine. It's abnormal because a lot of people I know have good calligraphy but mine is just like…crud. I'm just impatient for waiting ink to dry,
"No one cares about the day unless it's an important event, like if Roosevelt died or got sick or we had a war or something economically troubling." I explain using my hands, I don't ever realize I use my hands when I talk, but Ike says I do it a lot so, good for me?
"Should we go back?" he asks. Last night, Sketch and Davey had sex in their mulberry tree and a honeysuckle bush and Race caught them, now tormenting him forever. It makes me wonder how they can leave their apartment. But if they can't leave their apartment what would they do in the bedroom? I shrug off the thought as Ike gives me one of his signature smiles.
"Yea I guess, good thing we hid our clothes," I smile, "did you know that Jasper and Ella got married?"
"What?"
"What?"
"Were you supposed to tell?"
"No."
"Then why did you?"
"Because I never keep anything from you."
"I guess that's true, but did they want us to know that?"
"All of us will know pretty soon."
"Where did you hear it from?"
"Sketch," I say as we reach our special place under the dock. You can see the sun set perfectly and it's always so beautiful, that is if I could actually get up to watch it with Ike. I feel bad when he says he watches it and I'm not there.
"So what do you want to do now?" he asks as he dresses, I do the same.
"It's your birthday," I state, "how about we go home and I make you a birthday cake. What's your favorite flavor?"
"I wasn't exactly thinking that," he says in a seductive tone as he hugs me. "But I do like chocolate cake."