Moving On Happens To Be The Hardest Thing To Do

Chapter 6

Sometimes things don't work out. Like how I loved Luke, and had to leave. I knew it was going to be hell.

The people all went back to swimming, and sunbathing, and I let go of Luke.

"How much longer till you have to leave me?"

"Three days..." I mumble, looking to the ground.

"Hey, you'll never forget me, when you leave." He smiles, pulling me close.

"Yeah? How do you figure?"

"Because, I'm so unforgettable."

I laugh, and kiss him, but end up smiling against his lips, and pulling away.

"What?" He smiles.

"You taste like seawater."

He grins, and nods. "Is that bad?"

I shake my head. "Absolutely not!"

He smiles, and picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him.

"Good thing you're so light, or I wouldn't be able to do this." He smiles.

I smile, and wrap my arms around his neck. "Yeah, good thing, I like it up here." I smile, pressing my forehead to his.

"You're too cute."

"And you're too sweet."

He set me down on the guardrail, and pressed his lips to mine.

I crinkled my nose, and slowly pulled away. "I take that back, seawater isn't sweet." I smile.

"Hey! You're not any sweeter!" He protests.

I grin and put my hands on the sides of his neck. "Too bad I love that taste."

He smiles, and picks me up again, and sets me back onto the floor. "Yeah too bad." He grins.

I laugh, and look at all of the people, who have now gathered around the lifeguards' podium.

He grins. "I LOVE THIS GIRL!" He yells, spinning me around.

I giggle, as he sets me back down.

"Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"I have someone who I think you'd like to meet."

He grabs my hand, and leads me over to the ladder. I climb down, and he follows, grabbing my hand again once we're on the ground, and starts leading me towards the forest.

"Wait," I mumble, hesitant. "Where are we going?"

"Can you please just trust me? I wouldn't do anything to get you hurt, I promise."

I nods and lace my fingers with his, and continue to follow him.

He leads me to the edge of the tree line, and I hear a very low growl.

"You know who she is, Laci."

"Who's Laci?" I murmur, leaning up to his ear.

He smiles, and kneels down on one knee, looking intently into the bushes.

I crouch down, and look as well, not knowing what I'm looking for.

"Come on, Laci." He smiles slightly when a pretty big sized dog, who I think was a lab-boxer type mix, came out of the bushes. The dog instantly came over and licked my hand, until I patted her head softly.