THE CALL OF HER

4

"I love the ocean." She sighs, letting her long brown hair dance with the salty breeze. You remember the summer you and Kate went down to Florida to create new memories before your adult lives officially began.

Only her mother (and you, as well as her older brother from eavesdropping) knew about it, that she was taking online courses to become a Marine Biologist. And the one thing Kate wanted to do before graduating, was to see the ocean. 

Growing up in the Midwest didn't offer much other than rainy days and very cold winters, as well as plain views.

You admire the woman, her eyelashes defined by the sunlight that shines down on her golden skin. Tilting your head, you thought back of her explaining her Fathers journey from Greece to America with her Mother. A true love story, until taxes became rough.

Your hand slides across the towel the two of you sit on, and wraps its fingers with hers. The empty bucket of a care free weekend caresses your face, making you feel reborn. To be left sitting on the beach, with the girl of your dreams.

"But I'll never love it more than I love you." She looks over at you, a smile on her plumb lips. You can imagine the clock striking Four o'clock back at home, giving you a reminder that there is a place to return to. 

"There's something I never thought I'd hear you say." You giggle leaning into invite her lips onto yours. Her hands grab onto your face, and the thought of being in a small public area truly shows it's beauty to two romantics love.

Taking in a deep breath, You let Kate guide you to lay down onto the towel. Leveling with the ocean, the sun blinds you the same way the glare blinds the fish in the blue sea. 

"Fucking Dykes! Go scissor somewhere else!" Your eyes widen, and so does Kates. But when you look up at her, there isn't shock in her eyes, it's rage. You feel her weight lift off of your body to a tall standing position.

 

"Yeah you heard us fag! Get the hell out of here!" Your head turns to see the two men standing in the entrance of the trail, a beer in both of their hands. Instantly sitting up, you push yourself to stand up as well besides Kate.

You went there to escape angry men with alcoholic calling. And yet they followed you.

"This is public property, we don't have to go anywhere, asshole." Kate spits, her aurora radiating with disgust and anguish. You bite down on your bottom lip, looking down at the two wine bottles the two of you brought, illegally. Being only Nineteen. And the pot, the smell clear.

"I didn't know butches were smart, guess I was wrong. Huh, Don?" The man nudges black haired man named 'Don'. Don smiles, stepping closer with his friend. Kate puts her arm out Infront of you, stepping forward as well.

Primal instincts come whether or not we want, or even notice them. It comes unintentionally, like the urge to protect your supposed 'mate'. Male Lions will kill other males who come near a female apart of his pride, even if it's his own brother. Blood is blood, it doesn't matter if it belongs to two homophobic college boys down in Florida for summer break.