Clementine had become a wild child. Born in America but raised abroad, she now had little regard for the expectations of high society. But her reckless ways eventually catch up with her when she is kicked out of college in New York City and forced t...
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But as it turned out, Zico was not one to wait.
Instead, he found out her address and showed up there one evening, on his bike.
Literally throwing rocks at her window.
"What are you doing?" Clementine half whispered half snarled at him. "What is this was my parents window!"
"It isn't," Zico just stood there with a huge grin.
"Okay," she said, thinking Peter Pan but refrain gin from calling him that. "What do you expect me to do? Hop on your bike and ride off to Neverland, right here right now?"
Clementine was wholly unprepared, her hair still wet from an early shower.
"Yes." His stupid face was irresistible to her and she quickly made the calculations in her brain of how realistic this was going to be.
"Fine!" She finally whisper-yelled. "Wait there."
Clementine went back inside her room from the balcony, and prayed to God that her parents or Ernesto or anyone else wouldn't hear her.
She quickly put on some jean shorts and a simple white top, a cowboy hat, grabbed a few things into a small backpack, said a little prayer. And ran downstairs as quietly as she could.
"Que calorrr," Zico purred, speaking Spanish, implying heat, when he saw her.
She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and got on the back of the bike, not caring now if anyone saw her. She was his baggage now.
"Go, go, go!" She whispered inches from his ear.
He started the bike only when they rolled down more down the road, to keep the sound down.
Then they were off, flying through the sky. She had to hang on to her hat, but decided to take it off and put it in her lap, the only thing separating them. She clung onto his waist and held on for life, both figuratively and literally.
Where could he take me? She wondered.
They zigged zagged past the highway, onto the highway and on the smaller roads by the beach.
It was a contraction site looking area, fenced off to the world.
But Zico left his bike, and quickly climbed underneath the fence, gaining at her from across the other side.
Clementine looked at him in disbelief, thinking about how she never had to climb above or beneath a fence.
"Come on! It'll be worth it. You'll get through no problem," Zico exclaimed.
He even gave her his hand to help her climb from out under.
They walked to an abandoned building, a square, concrete thing, that had a fire escape.
They both climbed up to the roof and Clementine breathed in when she saw that it was perfect view of what was soon to be a sunset.
"This reminds me so much of that night in your apartment..."Clementine stared at the sea.
"You mean, on top? When we couldn't get in?" Zico chuckled.
Clementine nodded, and then wrapper her arms around his neck, and they just stood there like that, both staring at the sun.
He kissed her finally, right as the sun was setting but before it fell completely.
"Come on," he said, "lets pop back down. There's something else I want to show you."
He went down first and she followed on the ladder, and he grabbed her back side playfully and she yelled out in surprise.
"Control yourself," she said playfully, though herself she was feeling that familiar rush. That need to be filled up bye his energy. She wondered in amazement if they felt the same thing like that, when they were together. An indescribable body rush.
On the ground, he took her hand and they walked to the water, taking off their shoes and wading their feet in there. When it finally got dark enough, she finally saw what he was malign about.
The whole water was as if it was illuminated by fireflies or fairies or starts or all at once al of them.
"what is that?" Clementine asked with wonder and amazement filing up her eyes, Zico watching her watching the water.
"Bioluminescente," he replied simply, "its bugs that light up."
"It's magic," Clementine stare at it, thinking of all the fairytales she loved as a kid and thinking this is the strongest she would get to the fairytale.
"It's actually a feeding strategy, but yes, magic too." Then form nowhere, he took a camera and took a flash photo of Clementine which made all the bioluminescent bugs scare away and move for a bit.
"You scared off the magic!" Clementine exclaimed.
"It's okay, I wasn't looking at them." Zico said softly.
And as they were walking back to the bike, in a way it was satisfying to her, knowing that somewhere he would have a picture of her that would be their secret like that. Like an admittance that he wanted to keep this moment to himself, wanted to remember it. Even if ever, they came apart, he would have something to hold on to.
And her, she would be holding on to his memory forever. She already knew that.
