"They were doomed from the start."
Camilla leaves New York in hopes for past feeling for a Jet would disappear. But after staying for years in Puerto Rico, she comes back to her home, past feelings still fiercely there for both the Jet and Shark.
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They sat down, and after a couple minutes the train started to move.
The train ride consisted of them talking, telling each other their family, how Camilla came her with her cousins cause her father couldn't afford it, but wanted her to go and live out her dreams. She learned about Riffs short story about his dysfunctional family. It was obvious he didn't like talking about it, so she started talking about Tony, and how they became like brothers.
During the ride, Riff would purposely hit his knees into Camilla's and tell her jokes until she giggled, and then when she started hitting back, it turned into a laughing fit that caused people to look.
They came off the train, hands together and smiles on both of their faces.
Riff looked extremely excited, "Come on! Let's go!" He pulled her along.
She laughed and followed.
They walked a couple blocks until reaching the beach. Camilla looked at the beach, seeing the light waves crashing against the sand.
She chuckled in disbelief, "Is it weird to say I've never seen a beach in the city before?"
Riff looked at her, "It's a bit odd, but it's understandable." He chuckled.
She suddenly brought her feet up, slipping her heels off. She threw them to the side and ran to the sand.
Riff laughed, watching in awe as she spun around in the sand.
She looked at him, her hair and dress blowing with the wind. She laughed, and spun around, "Come on!" She yelled.
He smirked, and flipped his shoes off before running to her.
She opened her arms to him, and he leaned down, wrapping his arms around her thighs.
She squealed with a giggle as he lifted her over his shoulder. He laughed as he spun her around.
"Should I throw you into the water?" He asked.
"If you do ill kill you!" She hit his back.
He dropped her so her feet hit the sand, his hands resting on her hips.
He smiled at her, the girl grinning. "This reminds me of home. The beaches." She said.
"Do you miss it?" He asked.
She looked out to the waves, "Sometimes. But it was always missing something. But then again, New York was too."
