Dancing in the Rain

Chapter Two: Bone-crushing hugs

 Chapter Two: Bone-crushing hugs

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 Taylor's Point of View

 "Hunter...so like..." I think for a moment. "Like Hunter Hayes?" The girl from behind the bar hands me my iced coffee as I say this, and I take a cold sip, raising my eyebrow for emphasis.

 "Totally." The guy laughs again, then pauses for a moment. Finally. He talks kind of fast. "You like country music?" he asks, tilting his head a little.

 I shake my head. "No, not really...Rob likes it more than I do." I take another sip.

 This 'Hunter' guy blinks, like he's calculating something. Then he smiles again. "Is Rob your boyfriend?" he pokes a slender finger into my shoulder, like I'm his friend or something. I try my best not to smack his hand when he does.

 "No." is all I say, shrugging.

 "Interesting." He smiles for the millionth time. He must be on caffeine or drugs or something, because how the hell can you be that happy?

I glance down at my watch, which stopped working a long time ago, but Rob insists I still wear it because it's so pretty. "Oh, well, look at the time. I...gotta go." I lie, taking my coffee and readjusting my purse on my shoulder.

 "Okay, then. See you around, Taylor Pears." He reaches out and claps me on the shoulder. Jeez, stop touching me, freak.

 "See ya." I say, and leave the shop, finally getting away from him. People freak me out sometimes, and he is a perfect example.

 I walk outside again, and actually start to wonder what time it is. I think I still have a little bit of time to aimlessly wander through the town. I walk further past Quarter Moon book store, and keep walking until I reach a triple fork in the road. One of them goes left, one right, one straight ahead. I decide to take a right, and keep on walking until I see something appealing. After a while, I do come upon somewhere...somewhere almost as colorful and bright as Quarter Moon. It actually takes me a moment to realize what it is--a putt putt place.

 Behind all of the small, numerous mini-golf courses and large potted plants, there are two small little buildings, painted blue, with colorful edges around the windows and color around the edge of the front porch. It looks like, between the stretch of blue, there's the place where you pay to get your golf club, an ice cream place, and a little old-fashioned arcade. How cute.

 It looks like an old place, but it’s not completely vacant--a family is playing putt-putt and I spot two people eating icecream at a table. I take a mental note of the place, smiling softly to myself. I'm sure I'd totally kick Rob's ass at putt putt.

 I continue walking down the street, tossing my half-empty coffee cup in a nearby trashcan. I keep on walking down it, even though my feet are starting to get tired. Then I see what I want--the ocean.

 I run right off the street and down a little hill until I feel warm sand in between my toes, gritty and soft. An expanse of blue stretches out before me, sparkling a little in the sun as it shifts restlessly back and forth under the clear azure sky. I laugh and sit down, putting my feet where the foam washes in. I wish Rob was here, to see it with me, I know he likes the beach too. I sigh as the salt-tinted wind ruffles through my hair, and suddenly I wish summer would never end.

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 Rob’s Point of View

 Ahh, the grocery stores in little beach towns. Small, quaint, convenient...shitty. I swear you can’t find anything here. I don’t even recognize half of these brands, and the worst part? I can’t find any Doritos. Doritos are basically me and Taylor’s life. Without them, we’re...I don’t know...incomplete.