We spend the whole day at Sea World. We ride several rides, where Cole screams like a baby and I laugh at him until I double over in pain. We watch people surf on small neon boards in a small area. Well, more like trying to surf, epically failing, and then falling into the war like heavy rocks. As much as Cole resists, I finally beg him to try to surf. At first he fumbles to stay on his board, flailing his arms around to grab ahold to something and then remembering that there isn't anything to grab ahold of. But then he gradually gets better. He balances lot longer than I would have thought he would, a large smirk on his face silently saying hah in your face. But a few seconds later, he tumbles into the waves, resurfacing a few seconds later, spitting water out of his mouth and then smiling at me.
The lazy pool is amazing, the water temperature cool, but not to cold. I lay sprawled out in a large yellow tube, my eyes sealed shut.
"Come on," Cole whines like a child, puffing his bottom lip out. I look up to find him standing beside the tube. Before I can say anything, he grabs the bottom of the it and dumps me out.
The water is cool on my skin. And when I resurface, he's smirking at me."Hey," I retort, trying to sound angry. "It's called a lazy river for a reason."
"So," he pauses, pursing his lips in thought. "Does that mean we have to be boring and do nothing in here. Cause if that's true the person who invented this is stupid and idiotic. I mean you go to a waterpark to have fun, not lay down and go to sleep. That's what's beds are for," he exclaims in a play annoyed tone and I giggle.
"You're stupid," I smile. "But I love you."
He pauses, his eyes widening a little as if he couldn't believe what I was saying.
"What?" I gaze at him.
"Say it again," he asks.
"Say what?" I question, trying to sound as innocent as I can. "That your stupid? I would happily say that again."
"No. The other thing."
I pause for a second and then take a shallow breath. "I love you," I say the worlds slightly slower than I did last time and he grins and then pulls me to his chest, embracing me in his arms. Closing my eyes, I stand there for a long time, dazed. I wish we could stay like this forever.
The day whirls by in a flash, the sun rising into the sky and then slowly dipping down until it disappears into the night sky.
I sit at the edge of the bed, the night sky touching my face with its beautiful light. A pen is clutched in my hand and I start to write.
We were there, water splashing over our faces and bodies, the coolness of it washing over me. Cole stood there, smiling, revealing his beautiful perfect teeth. We were watching the majestic creature, known as Shamu, a large black and white whale, perform amazing tricks. Cole stared at the creature with in awe. We laughed, our voices ringing in unison. The day, a breeze that passed by quickly, was so incredible that I can't explain with words. Our connection, a force so great that it won't ever break, that it won't ever cease to exist, plays within us, hanging on our lips when we smile, lurking in our eyes when we watch each other. It's there, a bond that I can't explain, but only feel. And that feeling is more than I could ever want in this world.
"Hey," a voice whispers so quietly I can hardly hear it. I raise my head and my eyes lock with Cole's. He smiles a faint smile at me.
"I didn't know you were up," I reply quietly, closing the folder and shoving it under my crumpled up covers.
"What are you writing?" He questions, a curious expression on his face.
"Nothing," I reply a little too quickly. When it comes to my writing, I not a fan at letting people see it. I know that I'm a good writer and if I ever get a book published, then I will have to get use to people reading my work. But this, the stuff I'm writing right now, is way to personal and I am definitely not going to share it with anyone.
"Oh," he replies a little sad.
"Sorry," I apologize, feeling kind of sad.
"Oh it's fine," he says, his voice a little lighter. He cocks his head to look out the window, gazing at the semi dark sky.
Even for twelve thirty at night, it's not that dark. Restaurant signs light up the streets. It's going to be hard to leave this place, I think. Yep, it sure is. But life moves on and soon we will be in another state, in another large city with different features. But right now, I'm just enjoying this moment. This amazing moment that I will never get again.
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