The Four Seasons

"it's ironic that someone like him, cold and blunt, had such warm body..."

him, summer.

The lovely warmth of the summer heat made his skin tingle, bristling with excitement as he jogged to catch up with his friend already ahead of him for about 10 feet apart. He was convinced a while ago that going out for a vacation at the beach as a way to really savor the summer experience (as what his lady friend told him) was ultimately a bad idea, and judging by the way he is sweating from head to toe and how his pale complexion is starting to flush under the sun, he could definitely say it is an utterly horrible notion.

Except, it is really not.

Approximately 30 minutes ago, his friend was begging him to walk with her to the shore for 10 minutes away from where they are residing. She insisted something about fresh air, summer breeze, people, toned abs, ice cream, and more people, which did not held any appeal to him at all. He grumbled about just staying in within the four walls of the quite-costly-for-his-own-liking room he just rented for the whole week, and to just let him read his book or play games on his phone in peace.

However, he changed his mind once he saw the visible dejection from the frown marring her face. He always had a soft spot for her, and today was no exception. She was obviously hyped for this trip ever since they were given their liberty for the week, planning a detailed itinerary with her colorful sticky notes and her carefully decorated binder, along with certain additional reminders on her notes app for reassurance. To rain on her parade and kill her enthusiasm just leaves a bad taste on his mouth and guilt gnawing upon his nerves.

In the end, he agreed and pull on some beach appropriate clothes—in his case, a plain light blue shirt and a swimming trunks, and the two of them applied sunscreen generously on their skin. Well actually, he took a lot to avoid the red marks marring his almost ghostly pale skin. They took a stroll, stopped a while to buy a chocolate ice cream, traipse the road crowded with a bunch of beachgoers as well, and talk about nonsensical things that only makes sense when it is between the two of them.

He felt the sticky remnants of the ice cream upon his fingertips that has been dripping from the grip of his hands just a while ago, and he sighed with a smile plastered on his face. Whatever happens in this trip, it is going to be okay because he is with her. It would always be fun with his delight of a friend.

His thoughts were abruptly interfered when his lady friend—his one and only best friend if he was being honest—sought him out by calling him. “Walk faster please we are almost there!”

He cannot help but roll his eyes as her tendency to become so bossy resurfaced once more. “Fine, but you have to repay me with soda,” he crouched down and rested his palms upon his tired knees, “Can't believe I’m putting up with this for a soda.”

She shook her head because of his dramatic antics as per usual. Nevertheless, it was always paired with a soft smile of adoration. “Quit it will you? And I know you're gonna love it anyway.”

“Alright.” He stood upright and followed her as they continued their path towards the beach she’s been raving about since the last couple of weeks. The two of them were just mindlessly walking, intaking the scenery that has been laid before their eyes, until they have heard the lively crowd from the beach apparently just within proximity.

An ecstatic expression broke onto his friend's face, as if she was about to bounce excitedly from extreme happiness. “I don't know about you, but I am going to run over there,” she said, not giving him the moment to process what she has told him, and immediately sprinted right to where the white sand glints beneath the rays of sunlight.

To be honest, he was not annoyed that she left him unattended while she bathe in the pleasing view. In fact, he just have to hand it to her, for it was indeed an absolute gorgeous sight to behold: the aqua blue sea stretched in every direction of the vast horizon, calm waves crashing and rolling one after the other along the shore. There were also palm trees scattered around the area, providing great shade from the glare of the sunlight, which works well for him as he thinks he was exposed under the sun for too long from walking to this place. If he wasn't drained from the trip, he might have consider running around the shore, and perhaps, albeit unlikely, lie his body and roll back-and-forth onto the fine sand. Instead, he just opted to move along the sand, basking in the feel of his feet sinking ever so slightly beneath the cold and smooth grains of sand. He finally reached to where his friend is, currently sitting comfortably despite not having any kind of cloth or chair to sit upon to.