𝟸 & 𝟺

-twenty-two-

I sit along the window sill. The window sill of an old beach house. The paint is worn off in various places, many being the boards and shaping of the house.

I look out to the wayside, the tides and the blue rushing over the plain beige. The waves crash alongside the shoreline, washing away back into the never ending line of blue. The ripples and edges of the water find no end, seamlessly beautiful.

The way the water shakes, the shades of blue and clear glass ripple and interchange as the light passes one side and the other. The reflections dance along as the water moves it around, one place to another.

I look to my phone, front screen where the time and date display in a bright and obnoxious manner.

July 24th. We were still at the training camp for a few more days. It had just been the end of the training for the day, and everyone was free to do what they liked.

I prefer my "extra time", if that, to be spent sitting alongside the view of the ocean. From a distance.

I liked my distance. I had no desire to be so up close, my life could be costed if not careful. It's to an extend, but that hasn't had me by the jump to touch it, be so close I can taste it.

I prefer my distance. From the window sill was just fine.

Bokuto found that to be a joking point between us. He would profusely mention it to the point where if conviennent, he would be one with the ocean.

He sees me sitting on the sill of the guest house the coaches had rented for the day, and walks over. He had a plastered smile and a very beaming aura attached.

Who would he be if he didn't have all that?

"What are you looking at?" He asks, smile is even bigger. He became that way for no reason. If he didn't need one, he would do it anyway.

"Ocean. Waves. Blue. Anything else I should list?" I sarcastically respond. He knew me by now. I have a smile at the end as to not sound too harsh. He only giggles and sits beside me.

I enjoyed his company, I never once denied it.

Not even when I needed it the most. He didn't seem to be in need. And I thought I was of complete opposite. Turns out we were both wrong.

"I get the memo. How long has it been since we last swam?" He asks, no warning attached.

I look to him rapidly, with a look in my eye, "I have no clue. Why?" I drag out the "why" as to insinuate my either disinterest or confusion. A mix of both.

He turns to the window, then back to me. His smile slowly reappears with an even bigger showcase of his teeth. That meant he had a big, devilish, conniving plan. It never meant to be of such negativity, it merely seemed that way with the looks he gaves in response. He sucked with social cues and responses.

"Oh..no. Hell no I know that look. What are you plotting?" I quickly snap to him, with little seriousness. I didn't meant to be at all rude, but I wasn't about to commit some crime or act of idiocy.

"Nothing you're thinking of!" He laughs and gives my shoulder a tight squeeze.  A reassuring squeeze, "Just something my sister and I can do.."

"And what might that be?" I ask, slowly moving myself closer to the edge of the seat.

Before I can think, or even move farther away, he has my hand in his grasp and my feet to the ground. He rushes out the house, and down the small, worn out pathway that leads straight to the shoreline.