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Once upon a time, a 14 year old girl walked by the seashore. She was almost burning under the scorching summer heat but the sea waves kept her moistened. The white sand sticked onto her skin, picking up the hidden seashells as she didn't realized a peculiar young boy was watching her from afar. The young boy held a shell bracelet on her right hand, clutching on it, he walked over to what he has been admiring.
The girl could see a shadow just behind her as she was picking up seashells.
"Good to see you, Stevie" The girl's hands were filled entirely with seashells. Even though everywhere she goes, it seems to continuously descend back again in the off-white sand. And so instead, she took a rest just by sitting down on the sand.
"What's up?" Her eyes held curiosity as she looked at what he was holding.
"Oh, hey there, Rhiannon..." Not knowing what to say in front of the girl he likes, It was obvious that Steven almost choked on his own words.
"I- I mean, t-this is for you..." Finally finding the right words to say, it felt like, a burden just came out of his soul. Rhiannon didn't know what to react on those words and goggled at the flustered and blushing Steven beside her sitting on the white sand.
"Thank you so much for this!" Rhiannon gladly accepted the shell bracelet that Steven just handed her and immediately wore it on her left wrist.
They couldn't stop talking and laughing over the same things again. The moon lit up the entire darkness of the horizons. It was getting dark as they walked home alongside each other. They couldn't escaped the sound of the sea waves crashing incessantly against the shore as it was getting darker and darker, the two finally sighted the hunter green house.
Just as they stepped on the doorstep, it opened. Surprising the two, a concerned voice spoke out.
"I was so worried that you are not gonna come home. Come in." After Rhiannon's mother closed the door carefully, the windows were closed. Indicating that maybe, the temperature slightly made them feel cold.
"It's really dark out there, Steven. Stay here just for the rest of the night and you can come back tomorrow to the beach house." Rhiannon's mother offered Steven a seat on the dining table so that they can start feasting.
"Thank you, Mrs. Clarke." Rhiannon's mom perked up at the term and chuckled at it. She doesn't really like it when some people calls her using the term Mrs.
"Just call me Raelynn. I'm fine with it. And besides, we've known each other for like, years." As well, Raelynn was serving the dishes on the dining table, it made Rhiannon's stomach rumbled as the silver utensils clattered on the dull white brittle plate.
