Folklore

A new friend

James pov
"Hey." I hear a sweet voice from above me as I lay pressed to the sand with sun beaming down on my back. As I peer up I see the red haired girl. "I'm Augustine." She tells me. "Pretty name, August." I grin at her as her cheeks turn pink from the nickname. "I'm James."

She has slightly long red hair. And shes pretty. Extremely pretty. She plops down next to me, slightly surprising me. "I saw you over here and thought you were cute." She says as she stares into the ocean.

Wow. I had never met a girl so direct.
"Bold are we?" I ask.
"Well I'm only here for the summer and I would guess you are too so there's really no point in being shy." She says while she twists her hands together in her lap.

I'm guessing she's not as confident as she's pretending to be. "No I guess not." I grin at her.

August pov
Oh. My. God.
I cannot believe I just said that. Seriously there has got to be something wrong with me. I mean who in their right mind goes up to a complete stranger and tells them that they think they're cute. I mean he is really cute but now he knows I've been staring at him for the past half an hour! How could I be so stupid?

"Bold are we?" He says as he grins at me. Okay at least he doesn't seem upset that I've been appreciating his shoulders for thirty minutes.
"Well I'm only here for the summer and I would guess you are too so there's really no point in being shy." I say as I begin to twist me hands together.

Seriously? Do I have some sort of chemical imbalance in my brain or am I being possessed because this is so not me.
"No I guess not." Okay maybe this isn't so bad. He is really cute and hasn't shown any signs of wanting to murder me for being a total idiot.

"So why are you here for the summer?"
"Why are you?"
"I asked you first." He grins at me.
"Fair enough." I say.
"So?"
"Well my dad has some business here for the summer." I reply.
"Ah. So not a vacation."
"Nah."
"Hm." He says while going back to staring at the ocean.
"So what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Why are you here for the summer?"
"Vacation." He replies shortly.

Is he annoyed with me? He doesn't seem like it but then again I'm not great with social cues. He probably wants me to leave. As I begin to get up he looks up at me. "Where are you going?" Oh. Does he not want me to leave? Or maybe he's just curious. "Um? I was just gonna.. well you know I um have to.." I stumble my words while not knowing what to reply with.

Cute boys make me nervous.
"Come on, your already sick of me? It's barely been 5 minutes." He grins at me jokingly. Okay so he doesn't want me to leave. I overthink way too much.

When I sit back down he begins to ask me questions about myself. Where I'm from, what my favorite song is, best ice cream flavor, etc. Its really nice to have someone to talk to the isn't in the first grade.

We talk until the sun begins to go down. Sunsets in Nantucket have got to be one of my favorite things in the world. It hadn't even felt that long that we had been talking.

As I enter my bedroom and flop down on my white comforter I begin to imagine what the rest of the summer with James could look like. I mean would we share ice cream? Go for long drives?

Wait.

I'm getting ahead of myself again. I swear every time I have a crush on a boy I fall in love with him way too fast and always twice as hard. Though I don't know if I've ever really been in love so I guess I wouldn't really know what it feels like.

But maybe I would be able to find out this summer.