Now or Never

Chapter 9: Surfing

"George~" I heard someone cooed. I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful piece of art, my beloved boyfriend. "What" I said dragging the vowel and was followed by a groan.

"I want to go to the beach today" he said, voice laced with excitement.

"The weather is really nice, y'know? The sky is clear and everything is perfect for a beach day!" he added to his own statement and looked at me, dozing off.

"George!" He shouted, shaking me. "Okay I'm up, fucking relax!" I said getting up, quickly regretting it as my vision went blurry.

I sat for a second letting my dizziness go away and stood up, slowly. I walked passed Clay and was going to the kitchen but Clay got my wrist and pulled me.

"Where are you going?" He asked, whispering, faces inches away and nose gently brushing.

"Making breakfast since you can't" I responded, emphasizing the word 'you' and pointed a finger on his chest.

"But where's my morning kiss?" The taller cooed, tilting his head slowly. He's such a clingy motherfucker.

"You're such an idiot" I said while shaking my head sarcastically and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Let's go" I said holding his wrist and dragged him towards the kitchen. He sat down on the kitchen island stool and watching me cook our breakfast like a hungry puppy.

I cooked a simple egg and bacons for breakfast. I yelped as I felt hands on my waist and accidentally brushed my middle fingers knuckle into the hot pan. I hissed in pain and went to the sink to run a cold water on it.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry" he quickly apologized, voice hinted with guilt.

"It's fine just don't scare me when I'm cooking" I said to him, caressing his cheek and deeply looking at his golden irises.

I kissed him and went back to finish the egg and bacons. I turned off the stove and went to grab two (2) plates on the top shelf and put the egg and bacon on it.

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When we were done eating, Clay put the dishes on the sink and washed them, as I was getting the clothes and towels ready.

I doubled check our things and made sure that all the things we need is ready.

When we're all ready, we went to my car. I turned on the car whilst clay is dealing with our bags and surf boards.

Clay hopped on the front passenger seat and I turned the car to drive and began driving. The beach it's not that far, it's like fifth teen (15) minutes drive drive away.

I noticed that Clay was staring at me and ask him why.

"I'm just excited" his response. I shrugged and continued to focus on driving. He opened the window and let all the smell of seawater enter our nostrils.

I parked the car and we both hopped out of it. Clay carried all the bags because he insisted. We wore our flops and walked towards the scorching sand. We placed a large yellow cloth over the sand and piled our belongings.

"It's so hot!" I said while wiping the beads of sweat that already formed just above my eyebrow.

"We're on a beach, what'd you expect?" He said, glaring at me jokingly.

"Hmm, I guess you're right" I said agreeing to his statement.

"Okay you wait here, I'm gonna get the boards, okay?" He said and gave me a little peck on the lips. I nodded in response and smiled.

I sat on there admiring the beautiful beach. I watched the seagulls dove into the sea water, catching and lurking for a prey. I watched the kids making sandcastles and laughing adorably. I admired the people playing volleyball, wishing that I'm good at sports. I watched the sea water sparkle through the happy sunlight. The white sand flying through the air as I kicked it with my foot.