surprises

➣ chapter thirty-two

authors note: guys. ew. writers block. sorry. also I APOLOGISE IF I GOT THE CONSTELLATIONS WRONG. don't know whether i'm 100% happy with this but let me know what you think! if you like it please VOTE and maybe COMMENT. kay byeeeeeee x

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     Clutching my vans in one hand, I followed Mason down the sandy trail he’d lead us down, and soon enough a small cliff opening appeared, with the salty spray from the ocean lightly splashing against the rocks below.

     I reached for Masons hand as he lead us across the looses rocks, and we sat down near the edge with our feet hanging just over the ledge. “Thanks.” I comment quietly, leaning back and resting my palms against the flat surface of the rock.

     He turns to look at me with a puzzled expression. “What for?”

     I shrug, and make a small gesture between us. “This, I guess. It’s nice.” He hums softly in agreement and we lapse into a comfortable silence. That was just the way it was between us, we didn’t necessarily speak to each other through words, I found, as much as we communicated through our body language. I was still getting used to it. I was, after all, someone who liked to talk. A lot. 

     “I know I’m a bit of a screw up sometimes,” He says quietly, and I turn to look at him, wondering where he was going with this. “but I don’t mean to be, I guess. I’m not actually all bad, you know.” He grins, one of rare grins that I’ve managed to see perhaps once before. 

     I shoot him a mock disbelieving look. “You? Not all bad?” I scoff, and he shoves my shoulder lightly. We both share a laugh and I take a glance at him as he checks the time quickly on his phone, his hair blowing lightly in the cool breeze. “You’d think I should know more constellations than the saucepan and the southern cross.” I mused, looking up at the sky. 

     “I’m not any better, really.” The boy beside me chuckles, and looks up as well, pointing to a cluster of stars right above our heads, “I know that’s Orion, or whatever his name is.” He says and I squint my eyes, trying to connect the stars together.

     “I think I see his belt, but thats about it,” I laugh and shake my head, tucking my hands into the sleeves of my jumper and resting them in my lap.

     “You just have to look harder,” He says, leaning one hand against the rock and moving his body closer, reaching an arm up and moving his finger along a trail of stars that faintly look like they could be something before looking back at me, an unreadable expression hidden in his chocolate eyes. “Then you’ll see.” He adds softly.

     I have to take one huge metaphorical step back from the world to notice how much my life has changed in the space of about three months. Hell, two months ago I would never have thought I’d be sitting next to Mason taking about stars. Or anything, really.

     When my eyes finally meet his once again a small laugh escapes from my lips, “Let’s just pretend I saw it, yeah?”

     He rolls his eyes dramatically, “Loser.” I scoff in disagreement, moving a strand of hair out of my face.

     We stay that way for a while, throwing names at each other until we couldn't think of anymore, feeling the faint spray of the ocean waves crashing against the rocks. “You know, if we don’t go back soon, people are going to think we died or something,” he mumbled. 

     “C’mon, we haven’t been out for that long.” I scoff. I wasn’t going to give myself the time to properly admit it, but I was actually quite enjoying spending time with him. He pulls his phone out of its pocket and quickly shows me the time, and I’m shocked to see it’s already quarter past eleven. “I guess we do have to head back,” I laugh, as he stands up and offers me his hand, which I grab and hoist myself up, giving one last glance at the ocean behind us. We walk back up the sandy trail towards the main part of the beach, where people are now scarce, except for some, who lingered around the bar and others who were still out at the few restaurants that lined the street.