Oblivious

27 // Warm and fuzzy

Kilig
(n.) the rush or the inexplicable joy one feels after seeing or experiencing something romantic

-Elora-

I'm unable to breathe.

Elijah's up on his feet, kicking a ball around. Playing some unregulated, no rules version of football with the other guys.

I know there's no rules because Ajax just rugby tackled Nils and that doesn't happen in football. That's besides the point though.

The point is that's Elijah is shirtless.

His back muscles are flexing as he runs, his dark blue, almost black, shorts hanging dangerously low on his hips. His abs, probably from hockey training, on display and glistening in sweat.

He looks like a man and I'm dead on the sand at the sight.

"You know I've never realised how handsome Elijah is."

I turn towards her so fast my head comes clean off, left to roll on the sand. My eyes are narrowed, might even be glaring slightly, less harshly then when Elijah does it. My stomach is a pit on the floor, my veins feel chilly.

Danny turns towards me with an eyebrow raised like she's waiting for me to agree. She must see the look on my face because one side of her lips twitch. "Not that I'd ever do anything about it, obviously, he's all yours, but I can appreciate a good looking guy when I see one."

My eyes narrow more before levelling out. I turn away. Embarrassed by my reaction. He's not mine.

Marla's chuckling into her hand besides me. I focus on the game.

Elijah has the ball, he dodges Valentin, shoots and scores against Robin. He watches it go in, turning to face me as soon as it crosses the makeshift line.

He's smiling.

I give him a thumbs up. His smile brightens before he gets distracted by Ajax jumping on his back.

He moves in all sorts of directions, trying to get him off to no avail, then his eyes land on the water and his hold on Ajax tightens.

Elijah jumps in, Ajax in tow. The rest of the guys shout cheers of encouragement and rush to join them.

He resurfaces. No longer holding Ajax. His feet touching the ground, everything below his shoulders covered by the waves. He holds a finger to his nose, blows, shakes his head to get the water out. His curls bounce sticking to his forehead.

I gulp at the sight.

The girls decide to join them. I refuse, telling them both I can't swim. It's the truth, I just never learned. Im also afraid of the water. Not the actual water but the sea. The creature that live in it. How there's definitely ones we don't know about. How you can't even see the ones we do know about because the waters so dirty with sewage water and other things I'm not sure of.

I watch as the girls join the guys, leaning back on my elbows, legs spread in front of me.

Elijah's eyes find mine and he makes a move to come closer. I shake my head and he stops. His face full of confusion. I hold up my book I brought with me and he smiles. He looks towards the group around him and back at me, eyebrows furrowed like he's debating with himself. He takes a step closer.