Cove's been around a few days now. I felt an instant connection with him, and have hung out with him each day since. Today, his dad gave him a 20 dollar bill, (ha, ha.) to go buy a new sand pail in the shopping district. 20 dollars seems like a lot for a sand pail, but I've known Mr. Holden long enough to know he's got money to spend. He gave a stranger a 20 dollar bill! I still haven't used it, trying to figure out what to use it on.
"Zoey?" I snap back out of my thoughts, Cove interrupting them.
"Yeah?"
"Oh, nothing, you just looked kinda lost in space. Are you ready to get going?" He asks.
"Sure! Let's go!" I say, getting back in the present moment. I skip on the sand, looking down for new shells. Cove follows suit. We reach the shopping district fairly quickly.
"Hey Cove? What were you gonna buy anyway?" I ask.
"Oh, a sand pail. But I've kinda changed my mind. Do you want anything?"
Huh?? Another free 20 dollars? This time from the son? No, no, no.
"No, Cove, you should get your sand pail! I don't need anything. Please?" I stammer.
"Alright." Cove smiles. "Wait here." I nod, and he heads off into the crowd. I twist my shell bracelet and smell the salty air. Fairly soon, Cove returns. No sand pail though, a... pretzel?
"You're not allergic, right?" He asks.
"Uh, no, I'm not, but where's your sand pail?" I say confusedly. He ignores the question and hands me the pretzel. It's coated with cinnamon, and has a little cup of frosting. I've gotta admit, it smells pretty good. I glance at him, and he's waiting for me to take a bite. I awkwardly lift the pretzel with one hand, and bite into it. Cinnamon falls onto my dress. Cove watches intently.
"Um, it's good. Thank you. Do you have one?" I ask. That's a dumb question, he obviously doesn't. But I'm kinda at a loss for words after he ignored my last question.
"Nah, I'm good. Do you want milk too?" He smiles.
"Yeah, milk would be nice! But what about - " Before I can finish my sentence, he's already walking back into the crowd. I figure maybe I should just give the sand pail a break. I dip my pretzel into the little frosting cup, and take another bite. It's so sweet and doughy. I find myself getting thirsty. As if on cue, Cove appears back out of the crowd, with two bottles of milk, one chocolate and one normal.
"I forgot to ask which kind of milk you liked, so I got both." He grins. I'm beginning to feel a little weird. The thought is nice, but it's a little much.
"Thanks, Cove." I smile a little, and grab the chocolate milk. My hands brush against his. He tosses the other milk in the trash. This is so weird. I think I should ask him about what's going on.
"Hey, Cove? You're, uh, acting kind of weird. I don't think your dad will be happy if he figures out you spent all your money on treats for me." I say, avoiding bringing up the sand pail, for obvious reasons. Cove stares at mr for a second, then responds -
"My dad will be fine." He states. He's really not budging on this. Maybe I'm just reacting weirdly. I sigh, and decide to move on.
"Okay, fine. Do you wanna go look for shells?" I ask. I don't feel a lot like anything right now, feeling a little sad because Cove won't talk about whatever's on his mind.
"Yeah! Let's go!" He exclaims, a total mood change. He grabs my hand and brings me to the beach. I spend the rest of the evening with him, the mood slowly drifting back to normal. Maybe when I get to know him a bit better, I'll know why he's weird like that sometimes...
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Our Life - Beginnings And Always - Yandere Cove 3 Steps
RomanceCove Holden. A boy you met when you were only eight years old. Best friends from the very beginning, but as the years pass, he acts stranger and stranger. People would tease you two, joking about you two dating. And what was once a joke, will become...
