"How gnarly of you," I rolled my eyes.
"Kennedy, you don't know the half of it." His gaze burned with treasured desire. "I could surf waves on your neck with my lips."
My eyebrows rose and I slid my hands down his waist and watched his eyelids flut...
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Kennedy's P.O.V
The breeze came from the ocean, which also wasn't far from the town center. There was a lick of salt in the air as I passed all sorts of shops and restaurants. No matter where I was in the world, that specific beach smell connected all the homes that I had so that I could never feel lost.
My feet lead me past the second hand store. It was somewhat old, the paint stripping off the side with a blue wooden door that used to creak on every entry.
Sam and I loved this store.
I cupped my hands up to the glass and peeked through.
We used to buy all sorts of little items and then make one big master piece out of it. They always turned out quite quirky and weird, but we loved them. Sometimes we would give them back to Mrs Yeong the owner and she would give us a couple of dollars.
"Sam, I only got two dollars for the mirror lizard I made," I pouted.
Sam brushed his brown curls from his lashes to reveal wide eyes. "But I got three dollars for mine!"
I pushed my way out the blue door, and it made a familiar creak as Sam followed behind me. "I thought mine was as good as yours," My cheeks were puffed out and my nose was turning red from the tears forming in my eyes.
"It was." He took a seat next to me on the side of the curb.
"Mrs Yeong didn't think so."
He pulled the three dollars he earnt out from the side pocket in his shorts. "Here," he unwound my fist and placed the smooth gold coins in the center of my palm. "I liked yours more anyways."
The smile on my face slipped and my lips drooped sadly at the corners. I scuffed the crumbling paint with my shoe. There were too many memories everywhere.
Continuing on down the street, I passed the skate park were he tried to teach me to surf-skate for the first time. My knees and hands were grazed for a week after.
The breeze pushed through my hair. His memory was sketched into the structure of the whole town. I saw him on the statue we used to climb, I saw him in the sorbet parlor and in the teenage boys passing by in their trucks with their surfboards tied on top.
All I could see was him.
But he wasn't there.
The ocean was in front of me now. The waves lapped and rolled and the wind was singing his name. In America it felt as if all this time had passed as I tried not to think about him. But now that I'm back, it feels like Sam was just here yesterday and I can't keep the pain from resurfacing like before.
