Chapter Forty-Four
Gabby's POV
Every day that Francis was in town was spent with me. We relaxed watching TV and cuddling at my house and his motel, ate at cheap restaurants, visited an amusement park, went on long walks together, and even had a romantic little picnic at the park. As much as I'm content with spending my summer days lazing around on the computer, those 7 days were, without a single doubt, the best of my break; perhaps even my life. But of course, all good things must come to an end, so once the week drew to a close, Francis and I were wrapped in each other's arms and sharing kiss upon kiss in the motel parking lot before he reluctantly pulled away from me, murmured words of farewell, kissed my forehead, and climbed into his car. I pecked his lips one last time through the rolled-down window and told him to drive safely, and then he was gone.
Fortunately, it would only be a little over a week later that I'd be seeing him again.
"Hey, babe, you're calling early." It's not like Francis only called me to say good night; he would often call me at random times of the day, just to chat or say how he missed me. However, it caught me off guard every time and always made my heart swell up with delight. Ever since middle school, I'd fantasized about being in one of those cheesy rom-com relationships where the couple would stay up late at night murmuring their affections for each other, or the girl would have to get up from the table saying, "One sec, the bo's calling~" And now, it was the real deal. I couldn't be happier.
"Oui, that would be because I have something to ask of you!" Countless possibilities- many of them completely fantastical- popped into my mind at the sound of that. "You see, it was Gilbert's idea, but I wanted to be the one to call… The three of us- he, Toni, et moi- are going to the shore tomorrow, et naturellement, we want you et your sister to come. I understand it is short notice, mais…"
I shook my head rapidly, as if I thought he could see me. "No, no, it's not short notice at all! I mean, it is, but that doesn't matter… I mean it would matter, if I was doing something tomorrow, which I'm not, so it's cool…" Agh, I was rambling… I hardly cared, though; I was going to see Francis again! And the guys, and my sister. My heart was racing.
Francis chuckled fondly on the other line. "Très bien, then. Gilbert already asked Caliegh, she's able to make it… I believe Toni plans on asking Lovino, aussi."
A small squeal escaped my lips. "He's so smitten, my god… It's adorable."
"Je sais! Now, dear little Lovino needs to swallow his pride and acknowledge the potential of Antonio's affection…"
We chatted for about half an hour more before we needed to hang up. I immediately began getting my things together for the trip. It had been about awhile since I last went to the beach; I had spent a few days there at the beginning of summer with Hailey, and a couple other old friends I had from New Jersey. Don't get me wrong, that was immensely fun, but I looked forward to this just a teensy bit more. Most likely because Francis was going to be there… Another one of the cheesy fantasies I've often had was about a romantic rendezvous with the perfect boy at a beach, him carrying me into the ocean and splashing me in the waves and cuddling under an umbrella on the shore. No, those fantasies never involved my sister or the boy's best friends, but hey, I guess the more the merrier.
Dad was anything but pleased that I was going to be an hour away, at the beach, with a bunch of guys, and it didn't seem to reassure him that Caliegh would be there too. I don't know why I assumed it would… Nonetheless, my dad never has the ambition to really argue with me, so he unwillingly allowed me to go. Gilbert was the one to pick me up: Francis had given him directions to my house from the passenger seat, and Caliegh was sitting in the back. Antonio was going to meet us there in his own car. Francis got out to give me a kiss and wave at my dad (god is he brave) and Gilbert bent awkwardly over the back of his seat in order to hug me tightly when I climbed in the car. I even leaned over to give Caliegh a squeeze once I was situated; I hate to admit it, but I was starting to miss the little bitch.
The drive to the beach was about an hour long, but it was anything but tedious. We caught up with each other, played cheesy games like I Spy, communicated with people in other cars, sang along to the radio, etcetera. Not to mention Francis stretched his arm behind the seat in order to hold mine for at least half the ride. All of our spirits- even Caliegh's- were at an all time high; it felt like we were the most exuberant people on the road and nothing was going to stop this day from being perfect. We all cheered when we arrived, and didn't waste time filing out of the car.
Antonio was waiting for us nearby, his vibe just optimistic as ours; a scowling Lovino slouched behind him, arms crossed. "Lovi said he only came for the pretty chicas, but I know he wanted to spend time with me," Antonio whispered teasingly after giving all of us friendly hugs. We all laughed, because we were just in that mood that made everything so much grander than it really was. Everyone (except for Lovino) grabbed their share of stuff- chairs, the cooler, the umbrella, the blanket, towels- and paraded off to find a spot on the beach, chatting like the excited, carefree teenagers we were.
Unsurprisingly, Gilbert was the first to take his clothes off once everything was laid out and set up. He was already wearing his black and white swim trunks, so all he needed to do was rip off his shirt and toss it onto the blanket, kick off his shoes, and beg Caliegh to take her cover-up off. I was in my bathing suit as well, under my denim shorts and oversized t-shirt. After tying my hair up into a high, messy little ponytail, I slipped my shirt off to reveal the solid-violet bikini top I wore underneath. I unbuttoned then stepped out of my shorts and quickly shimmied the matching waterproof skirt over my bikini bottoms, for… insecurity reasons. I heard Francis wolf-whistle as I folded my clothing and placed them atop my towel. When I looked up, he was in his bathing suit: a plain blue one somewhere between a speedo and swim shorts. I felt my cheeks flush, and not because of the heat. I had never seen Francis shirtless before… He wasn't ripped, but he was far from fat. He was… perfect. I mean, a little hairier than I expected….. But that's TMI.
"Tsk tsk, Gabrielle… You aren't showing nearly enough skin." Francis's eyes followed me as I stood up straight, making my heart flutter a little.
"I'm in a bikini, Francis. Any more skin and I'll be naked." It was a rather revealing bathing suit, the top being very low cut and covering just about as much as a Victoria's Secret bra would.
"Ah, but is this skirt really necessary?" He wiggled his fingers and reached toward my waistband, though he never actually touched me. There's nothing more lovable than a man that knows his boundaries…
"Yes, it is," I insisted, in too good of a mood to really sound assertive. "Now help me put on sunscreen, would ya? …pleeeease?" I made sure to add. Francis chuckled fondly as I held out a tube of suntan lotion with a childish pleading look on my face. He squeezed some of the gooey stuff into his palm and rubbed it onto his other hand while I turned around and pulled my ponytail up away from my neck. "Eww, it's cold!" I shrieked as Francis rubbed the lotion into my back and my neck. Through my peripheral vision, I noted Caliegh smacking the living hell out of Gilbert; it seemed he was applying her lotion as well, but had made her top come undone. Whether it was an accident or not, I couldn't tell nor assume. That thought in mind, I tensed as Francis's fingers slipped under the knot that kept my stop up. Either I was going crazy, or he had been fingering it teasingly… Whatever the case, he finished rubbing in the lotion soon and I was spared from any embarrassing bathing suit mishaps. I think I let out a relieved sigh when Francis handed the tube back to me and asked me to get his back for him.
After applying lotion to the rest of my revealed skin (I had to smack the boys for raising their eyebrows suggestively when I rubbed it onto my chest; that's not a fun place to be burnt, what can I say!), I set my glasses securely in a pocket of my beach bag and clasped my hands together excitedly. "Alright, let's go in the water!"
"Une seconde, I'm not done with my lotion," Francis responded. I pouted and whined as if I was a spoiled little toddler not getting her way. I was always like this when we came to the ocean: find a spot as quickly as possible, strip down to my bathing suit, put on lotion, and run into the water. I'm not one of those people that comes to the beach to soak up the sun or enjoy the ocean air; I come for the ocean itself (well, unless I'm in a calm mood, during which I'll want to stretch out on a towel and crank up my iPod. That's cool too). It's not even like I'm some swimmer, I'm actually really slow and awkward in the water… But I can swim, just fine, and I just love to play around in the waves. I'm childish like that.
"Hey, Toni, aren't you going to put any lotion on?" I commented before beginning to nag Francis, noting that everyone had applied lotion except for our Spanish friend.
He grinned brightly at me. "Hm? Oh, no, I don't need it. I don't burn; I only tan, and tan some more~"
"Well aren't you just gifted," I laughed. "Are you gonna swim with us?"
Antonio tilted his head slightly, tossing his t-shirt aside and leaving himself clad in just his sandals and yellow-and-red swim shorts. I know I shouldn't say such things when I'm in a happily committed relationship, but hot damn, Antonio was… hot damn. "Maybe I'll join you in a little bit, I'm going to stay onshore with Lovi for now!"
I saluted, and spun around to resume badgering Francis. Mid-turn, however, I felt a familiar pair of arms grasp me under my shins and my back, and lift me up, causing me to let out a very girlish shriek. "Ready to go, ma cherie?" Francis asked me with a flirty smile.
"Hell yeah I am!" I linked my arms around Francis's neck and kicked my legs excitedly. I silently marveled at his strength; I'm not exactly a lightweight girl. He shifted me into a more comfortable position and carried me into the water, trudging right through the shallow end and only stopping to set me down when the water reached nearly up to his knees. Good, he wasn't one of those pussies that squeaked and whined about how freezing the water was and took an hour to take another step…
"Brrrr, trop froid!" he gasped, though he was grinning as he spoke. I, myself, shrieked when my skin touched the water, and although my body stiffened at the sudden rush of coldness, I wasn't complaining.
"You gotta dive in, make your body get used to the water!" I indicated. To prove my point, I marched up to a medium-sized approaching wave, waited for it to break, and dove head-first into the sucker. I emerged dramatically as if I was in a music video, slicking my hair back away from my face and wading back to Francis with this swagger I couldn't really explain. I'd imagine it looked way sexier in my head... Not that I was exactly aiming for that, I guess I just felt a little absently cocky while in a bikini in the ocean.
Francis approached me so I didn't have to return too far up shore, and wrapped his arms around my waist. A shiver ran through my body at his touch against the sensitive skin. "Want to go farther out?" he inquired.
"You took the words right out of my mouth." Francis smiled then dove in to get himself accustomed to the water, and I followed suit (a little more wetness couldn't hurt).
"The tide is perfect today," I commented, skirting my fingertips across the water as we waded out until the water was up to our waists. The waves were perfect: they broke far out, just far enough that the whitecaps didn't crush us but not so far that the resulting waves were puny and hardly made a difference. At the distance Francis and I stood from the shore, the waves went up to our necks as we passed, making it fun and great to jump over or dive into them. I'll say it again, they were perfect. We couldn't have come at a better time.
"Don't let the tide pull you away from me, cherie," Francis warned.
"The undertow isn't even that strong." Nonetheless, I permitted him to pull me close by the waist as if I'd float away if he let go. I pressed my palms against his chest and smiled up into his face. He was so handsome, with his loving blue eyes gazing down at me, wet blonde locks framing his face, even his stubble of a beard… I wanted to stay there cradled in his arms, yet at the same time, I was too jittery to just stand there. So, I took his hand and turned toward an approaching wave, leaping like a schoolgirl playing jump-rope as it passed by. "Weeee~!" I exclaimed as I did the same to the next wave, and this time Francis jumped with me. "You're adorable, Gabrielle," Francis chuckled as I released his hand to do a dorky little spin into the wave after that.
"Would you please call me Gabby?" I begged. My tone sounded a funny combination of exasperated, airy, and mirthful. Francis cocked an eyebrow, grinning, and snaked his arm around my waist.
"Aw, but mon amour, it's such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl!" he argued affectionately as we jumped over the next wave in unison.
"We've been over this! I don't like being called Gabrielle," I whined, unable to keep a tiny grin off my face.
"My, you're so hyper today!" Francis laughed, plucking a piece of seaweed out of my hair then adjusting my bathing suit top for me.
I rocked back and forth on my heels (as best as I could in sand). "It's just looking to be an awesome day! And, I'm really happy to see you." I pinched his cheek, smiling up at him with a doting expression. The look he sent back at me was… startling, in a good way. I blinked and the childish smile faded from my face, not out of sadness, but out of curiosity. His expression was so gentle, so serious yet also joyful… What was this?
"So adorable…" he murmured, and as a smallish wave lapped over our lower bodies, he caressed my face in his hand and delivered a sweet kiss to my lips. I stood there stunned as my heart fluttered oddly from the combination of being so excited and also so love struck. He still held my face in his hand; I grinned as I gradually regained consciousness, then I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. I felt his lips grin against mine and return the pressure. We pulled away, though only with our mouths, and after standing there with our foreheads pressed together for the duration of one wave, we dove in for yet another kiss.
The passion of the kisses was increasing. Our arms held each other tighter, each kiss began to last longer, our heads changed angles as necessary, we moved in time with the waves… That eerie yet compelling fiery sensation I had felt at the movie theatre was starting to light in the pit of my stomach again. We were so lost in each others' lips that we grew oblivious to the surrounding world; oblivious enough to be totally unaware of the oncoming large wave, which crashed right onto us, abruptly forcing us apart and knocking us both underwater. We tumbled around for a bit, flailing spasmodically, until the wave passed and we were able to gasp for air at the surface. My heart was racing; I hated being knocked underwater, I was always afraid I'd never come back up… Francis panted just a couple feet away from me, looking sandy and disheveled, but when our eyes met, we burst into laughter.
"I guess the ocean was trying to cockblock," I joked, twisting my skirt back into the right position and wading to Francis's side. Francis nodded in agreement, laughing too hard to reply. "Wanna swim around a bit?" I offered.
"Oui, oui, sounds good to me," Francis responded, finally catching his breath and reducing his laughter to just a bright smile. And so we swam up and down the shoreline, me doing sloppy derivatives of backstroke and freestyle while Francis just swam alongside me. We played around in the water for I don't even know how long, and somewhere along the way, we crossed paths with Gilbert. He was backing into the ocean, approaching where Francis and I were, while Caliegh stood ankle-deep in the water with her arms crossed and a stubborn scowl on her face.
"Okay, Gabby, what is the secret to getting your sister into the ocean?!" Gilbert groaned as Francis and I waded in to stand with him.
"There is none," I answered immediately. "She's terrified of the deep blue sea. She hates seaweed- can't blame her there- she hates fish, she hates crabs, she hates… sea creatures in general, plus she doesn't like going underwater." I was impressed with myself for remembering all of this from our childhood. Gilbert pouted in disappointment.
"I tossed her over my shoulder and brought her that far, but then she kicked me in the five meters and refused to go any further."
I covered my mouth to (unsuccessfully) stifle a laugh. "Yup, sounds like my sister… Just let her get used to the water over there, then sloooowly bring her in up to her knees. She should go for that," I instructed. Gilbert nodded twice and marched back to my sister, taking her hands in his and gradually leading her a little farther out. My grin softened at how patient and gentle he was being with her… It didn't seem like something Gilly would be capable of. …but that didn't mean I had to be nice too.
Motioning for Francis to follow me, I practically skipped over to Caliegh and Gilbert. "Yo, sis, man up."
Caliegh glared at me, then tensed as she predicted what I was about to do. "Don't. You. Dare."
Normally, I knew better than to mess with my sister, but I was just in such a peachy mood that I couldn't resist. Grinning cockily, I gradually cupped my hands in the water, making her flinch in anticipation, and then just when she started to think maybe I was just pulling her leg, I splashed her. She both shrieked and gasped in disgust, glaring daggers at me. I held my hands up to shield myself, prepared for death; however, it seemed her good mood was still lingering, because a small grin threatened at the corner of her mouth. "You know what, little sister?" In one swift motion she stooped down and filled her hands with globs of wet sand, and tilted her palms so that it poured all over me.
"You little shit!" I shrieked, though I was laughing as I said it. I gathered my own handful of sand and plopped it onto her shoulders before bolting back to deeper waters where I was out of her reach. I dived in to clean myself of most of the sand; when I resurfaced, I noticed a glum-looking Antonio making his way over to the others. That wiped the smile right off my face. Antonio was always the cheeriest one of the group, and here he was shuffling over to us like a little dark cloud covering a rainbow.
"What seems to be troubling you, mon ami?" Francis was asking.
"Lovi's completely ignoring me… He really did just come here to flirt with the girls," Antonio sighed.
"Aw, that really sucks, Toni…" Gilbert sympathized, patting him on the back.
"Why don't I go get a ball from the bag, and we can all toss it around?" Francis offered, comfortingly resting his hand on Antonio's bicep. A teensy smile twitched onto Antonio's mouth, and he nodded. Francis clapped him on the shoulder before trudging up the shore to where we had our things set up.
As my eyes drifted to our favorite Spaniard, my mind did as well. …what was Antonio to us? He was Gilbert and Francis's best friend, they were all a trio… But, were they honestly all that close, as of late? Were Caliegh and I… tearing the trio apart? Turning Antonio into an unnecessary wheel? It's not like we didn't adore Antonio; but neither of us had been nearly as close to him. I was in love with Francis, total buds with Gilbert… Caliegh and Gil were best friends, potential lovers, and while she wasn't exactly super tight with Francis, she was closer to him than she was to Antonio. We were friends with Antonio, absolutely, yet at the same time… hardly. We didn't know much of his past, just knew the shell of his personality… The fact that we had to meet him here at the beach, and didn't even hang out with him until now, just emphasized my point. I suddenly felt immensely guilty.
…it also reminded me of something Francis had confessed to me during one of the days he was in town. He and Gilbert weren't as fond of each other as I had thought. See, it wasn't that they were best friends; their trio was best friends. Alone… Gilbert and Francis were like a cat and a dog. They tolerated each other, but that was about it. They had no problem with listing the other's flaws, got easily annoyed by the other, could easily talk trash about the other if urged. Of course, this was all behind their backs… When together, they acted as if they didn't have any peeves against each other, and more often than not, they did actually have fun together. But that was mostly thanks to Antonio. Neither of them had a problem with the Spaniard, both of them saw him as a close friend. Because of this mutual friendship, they learned to be friends themselves. Antonio was the glue that held them together .But was poor Antonio any more than that? Just glue?
I snapped out of these distressing thoughts when Francis returned, tossing a baseball-sized rubber ball from hand to hand. We played catch for at least half an hour until, one by one, we gradually started to feel bored and opted to return to the shore. By that point, however, my crazy mood had returned and I was bouncing with random excitement again. My sister seemed to be the exact opposite; she was practically falling asleep standing up, and when we returned to the blanket, she let Gilbert pull her into his lap without any protest. Francis glanced at them with a raised eyebrow, then turned to me. "Cuddle with me, Gabrielle."
In most situations, I would have been all for that, but I was way too hyped up at the moment. "But I don't feel like sitting still!"
"Aw, s'il tu plait? Come on, cuddle with moi." Francis wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my face into his chest and snuggling me against him. I whined and pushed myself away, while still remaining in his grasp.
"In a little bit! Lemme burn off the teensy bit of energy I have left!"
Francis chuckled, sliding his hand down my arm, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles. "D'accord. How about we go collect some shells?" he offered. I opened my mouth to say how that was lame, and I haven't collected shells at the beach since I was 7, but immediately realized that was ultra rude. So I nodded, and skipped off to the waterline swinging my and Francis's arms with our fingers entwined.
I really didn't have any interest in finding shells; still, Francis seemed to be enjoying himself, and at least it gave me a reason to skip around the beach and calm myself down a little. "Ooh, wow, look at this one!" As I said, I could hardly care about shells. However, the one Francis held out to me, abandoning the handful of smaller shells he had collected, was actually… really beautiful. It was big, for one thing, the size of Francis's hand, and a beautiful shade of white with pinkish accents. It was in perfect condition, completely lacking any dents or cracks.
"Damn, it's like… perfect!" I gasped, gently bringing my finger against its smooth surface.
"Just like you are," Francis murmured against my ear. I raised an eyebrow at his flirtation, though I could feel my cheeks turning red. Francis slipped his fingers away from mine, making my eyes widen a bit in confusion. He then took both of my hands in one of his, the other hiding the shell behind his back, and got down on one knee. I let out a short laugh; not a humorous one, just one that sort of said, "What the hell are you doing, you silly guy." "Gabrielle…" Francis breathed my name as if it was the most sacred word that could drip off his tongue. He slid his hand out from behind his back and covered my hands with the shell. "Will you marry moi?" he asked in such an over-exaggerated tone that I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Nah, you're ugly," I joked. Just in case he took the teasing seriously (which I was nearly positive he didn't), I took his face in my hands and gave him a long, loving kiss. He got to his feet without breaking the kiss and only pulled away when we needed to breathe. I smiled up at him, until something shined in my peripheral vision. "Yo, look at this one!" I trotted a little ways down the shore to a pretty little yellowish shell, Francis chuckling fondly in my wake.
We returned to the blanket anywhere from 5 to 15 minutes later. My sister was asleep, or at least close to it, in Gilbert's lap, cuddled up to him like a tired dog. Francis gave Gilbert a teasing thumbs-up before sitting himself on the opposite side of the blanket. Naturally, I sat alongside him. "Tired yet, Gabrielle?" Francis inquired, pulling a towel out of the nearest bag and tossing it over my head. I rubbed my hair with it before wrapping it around my body, leaning back casually like I was some beach calendar model. I noticed Francis's eyes flick me over once.
"It's Gabby," I reminded him, following my statement with a yawn. I grinned sheepishly. "Well look at that. Does that answer your question?"
"Oui, apparently so. Come here." Francis patted the spot of blanket directly beside him, inviting me to scoot as close as possible to him. He pulled me against his chest, keeping one arm tight around me, and slowly lay down, bringing me with him. I cuddled into his side. Even underneath the thick scent of saltwater, I could still faintly smell his familiar cologne on his skin. I really had relaxed considerably; my heartbeat was beating normally, sluggishly if anything, my body was aching dimly, the sound of gulls calling and waves crashing was peacefully hypnotizing…..
"Gabby?" Francis's comforting tone brushed against my ear, distantly as if in a dream. I blinked my eyes a few times, a dopy smile on my face; and then my vision cleared (as much as it could without my glasses). The endlessly blue sky was now streaked with oranges and pinks, and half of the formerly crowded beach was empty of people. I bolted upright quick enough to send my world spinning for a couple moments.
"Nn… Did I, fall asleep?" I asked, dazed.
"Oui… We all did," Francis confirmed, stretching and rolling his head. "I think it's only been a couple hours." I gazed around us and noticed that Gil and my sister were both leisurely waking up as well, while Antonio and Lovino were stretched out on their towels, sound asleep, a little ways away. Once our minds had cleared a few minutes later, we were awoken further by the distant tinkling of an ice cream truck. "Want to get some, cherie?"
I grinned over at Francis as I pulled my t-shirt on over my reasonably dried bathing suit top. "You read my mind." Francis, already in his shirt, shimmied back into his shorts and offered me his arm, both of us sliding into our flip-flops and strolling up the hill of sand until we reached where the ice cream truck had parked. "…I don't want this day to end," I murmured as we waited for the man in the truck to make the gelatos we ordered.
"It was fun, wasn't it?" Francis squeezed my hand, gazing down at me with utter adoration in his eyes. It made my heart flutter and swell. "This doesn't have to be the last time we come here, you know. Ah, merci," he added as he traded cash for our gelatos. I nodded my thanks and dipped a spoon into the frozen treat, immediately taking a savory bite and totally melting with the flavor. My mind still, though, was focused on Francis's words.
"Oh…?" Francis nodded. After a pause, he led me over to sit on a nearby bench. While he took tiny bites of his dessert, I had begun to devour mine, so in love with the flavor that I wanted more and more.
"You're making a mess, mon amour," Francis pointed out with a laugh.
"Shit, we didn't grab napkins, did we…" I groaned as some of the water ice dripped onto my lap.
"No need." Francis teasingly licked away the ice cream at the corner of my mouth. He proceeded to press his lips against mine, the flavor of his raspberry water ice mixing deliciously with my cherry. The combination of my lingering tiredness, the fulfilling taste of ice cream, and my impossibly immense love for Francis left me lightheaded. Francis set his half-eaten cup down on the bench and cupped my (still sticky) chin in his hand. "Gabrielle… Je t'aime. I'm crazy about you, do you know that? You make me so…" He shook his head, apparently at a loss for words. "I want to spend time with you like this again, et again, et again. We must come back here at least one time before summer ends, just the two of us…"
I nodded slowly, heart hammering with happiness inside my chest. "Y-yeah, we… We have to."
"Gabrielle?"
"It's-"
"Gabby?" Francis paused to put on a soft grin. "…ah, I digress, I'm not particularly sure where I'm going with this."
A dorky laugh burst from my lips, then relaxed into a fond giggle. "How anti-climatic."
Francis sighed over-dramatically. "What can I say, you just make my thoughts go muddled…"
Completely abandoning my gelato, I sprung forward and pressed my hands against Francis's cheeks, giving him as passionate a kiss as I could muster. I loved him…. I loved him so much… My heart, my mind, my body, all screamed how much I loved him. He was a handsome, romantic, fun man that could get any woman he wanted; what the hell was he doing with a loser like me? Those thoughts could not breach my mind in this moment, however; I loved him. I loved him. I loved him. I loved him.
Today was perfect. Not only because I got to spend it with the one I felt undeniably in love with; also because I got to spend it with my twin sister, a good friend, and a friend I wished to get closer to as well. Was it possible for any one human to contain all this happiness? So much joy, so much love, so much pleasure…. I would never forget that one summer day. Never.