It's Just You And Me

Chapter 11

Smut Warning

"As I'm sure you're all aware." He stands in front of his team, they all stare back at him. Mew had received a handful of messages, some supportive lines of 'we're glad you stood up for your friend and yourself' and other not so supportive messages - mostly anonymous - trying to criticise Mew for what he said or how his face looked in those quick moments. "There have been numerous rumours surrounding the recent event I was involved in," he pauses, studying the looks of his team. "I trust you to respect my decisions and see right from wrong. However, I would like to take some time away in order to let this matter settle. All shall run as normal, I will still be reachable, thank you."

And so the following Wednesday Mew comes by to pick Gulf up. He helps him carry his luggage despite Gulf's protests and soon enough, they're on their way. Mew hadn't told Gulf precisely where they were going; all he knew was that it was private and had a beach view. That was enough to have Gulf jumping off the walls in excitement. It had been a long time since he had travelled anywhere and this break felt well deserved.

After what felt like forever, they made it to the quiet cottage on the seafront. Mew had pictured living in something like this before, peaceful but there were still houses around you, a beach at your doorstep; the sound of the waves echoing through the house. And now a companion to enjoy the space with. It was dreamlike. Mew leaves the car first, rushing to the door and unlocking it before helping Gulf unload their luggage. They didn't bring much, they would only be here for four nights. As soon as they enter, they're met with hardwood floors and pretty pictures of the sea on the walls along with coat pegs and a mirror. As they look ahead, they can see the back door - it's old fashioned with a large window. A stunning image of the beach is displayed through the glass and it already feels so homely. To the right of them is a set of carpeted stairs that wind to the left. Removing their shoes and leaving their bags by the front door, they head forward, on one side is the kitchen, a perfect size with a dinner table, a gift basket filled with biscuits, tea bags and coffee. Mew sees them trying - emphasis on trying - to cook together in the evenings as the sun sets through the windows in front of them and behind them. They walk into the room opposite; the living room. It's a comfortable size, probably a little larger than Gulf's space. There's a dark green couch with beige cushions and a blanket neatly draped over the back. In front of the couch is a fireplace, Mew would have fun trying to light it. The TV sits next to it and the whole room feels so cosy.

"I could live here," Gulf says, taking in his surroundings. He takes particular interest in the windows, looking through each and every pane of glass just to see the beach.

"Wait until you see upstairs." They make their way up the stairs, grabbing their bags on the way. The upstairs area is just as nice; pictures hang from every wall. Pictures of sea animals or harbours or shells. They find the master bedroom first. A nice sized bed with white sheets. A floor to ceiling window panned across one side of the room, allowing for natural light to seep into the room with pristine white curtains. They dump their bags in front of the cupboard. They'd come back to them in a short while. As they continue to explore, they discover the bathroom with a large walk-in shower and a spare room with a single bed. It was incredible how quickly this place felt like home. Mew was already so attached to it - he fell in love with the place the moment he saw it on his phone.

"So what do we do first?" Gulf asks. They had already begun to unpack their bags, hanging their clothes up and putting their toiletries in the bathroom.

"We could head to the beach, watch the sunset and grab something to eat?" That seemed perfect, as if Mew had this planned the entire time. They ended up changing into t-shirts and shorts as well as slipping into flip-flops rather than the trainers they had been wearing. The walk down to the beach was pleasant, a simple stroll through the grassy dunes and onto the sand. They're both quick to remove their shoes, allowing their feet to disappear into the sand. The feeling was amazing as they made their way towards the sea. About halfway down the beach, Mew grabs Gulf's hand, yanking him forward as he begins to run, quickly picking up the pace. Gulf soon catches up to him, running hand in hand towards the ocean, laughing all the way. The water washes over their feet, removing the sand from their skin. It's fairly chilly water but they were too excited to even notice. Mew's leading them further in, loving the waves as they crash around his ankles. Gulf then bends down, dunking his hands in the sea and splashing Mew who looks at him in surprise. He can't hide the smile on his face, he doesn't try to. Without wasting another moment, he copies Gulf, diving his hands into the water and somehow drenching the both of them. It had been fun; they were laughing hysterically, pulling and tugging at one another, trying to push the other over. Mew had picked Gulf up at some point, bridal style, and had threatened to drop him. Gulf had begged - though it wouldn't have mattered, he was already soaked - clinging onto his shoulders and giving Mew the 'puppy eyes' to which Mew blatantly ignored and with little remorse, threw Gulf into the water. Mew then, of course, checked to make sure he was alright and didn't hit a rock or anything. He had made the mistake of leaning over, allowing Gulf to grab onto his shirt and pull him, full force, down into the water, landing between Gulf's legs. They found the whole thing hilarious and while they stared at each other, their skin soaked, hair sticking to their foreheads, they seemed to share a thought. This could be their life. They could spend their days by the seaside, Mew could have his studio and Gulf could be doing whatever Gulf was doing and that would be it. Their laughter soon died down then and apparently, so did the waves, the water becoming significantly calmer as the sun settled over the horizon.