What's a Heart to a Soul

1.12 Splish Splash You Got Whiplash

I took in a sharp breath, my arms slapping at the water as I swam through the cold darkness of the night sky. It was a crescent moon that night, the dimness doing little to alleviate my fears of what could possibly be lurking below the surface. I pushed on, my arms resurfacing just in time to plummet back in as I soared through the sludge like murky depths enclosing in upon me. I heard a familiar laugh and I stopped to wade for a moment, spotting her damp blonde hair a mere couple feet ahead. I swam over and she turned, her smile bright and cutting through the night like a military grade flashlight.

"So you decided to swim after all?" She teased.

I rolled my eyes, "I wasn't left much of a choice."

"Who forced you?"

"You."

She scoffed, "I did no such thing!"

"Well I don't really know anyone else at this party and I didn't come to get mindlessly drunk and go home with someone random." I stated, my arms feeling heavy, like dead weight, as I struggled to continue to keep myself afloat.

She stared back at me, her eyes narrowed, "Well why did you come?"

"To spend time with you, how is that not obvious?" I questioned before shaking my head, "Whatever I'm going to shore."

I turned to swim away but felt her hand briefly on my shoulder before falling off and reentering the midnight sky. I turned and she moved in like a shark on a blood trail as she stared straight through me. My heavy breaths escaped through my nose as I bit my lip trying my best to keep my cool as my body heated up enough to warm the icy water encasing me like a museum exhibit.

"Let's get you back to shore." She mumbled before swimming past me.

I let out a heavy sigh and turned to swim after her but now found myself sitting on the sandy beach, the tightness of the musty water replaced with the vanilla scent of Devin's gray hoodie.

"You're still shivering." She stated from beside me as she rubbed her hand on my back.

I glanced over and noticed she was wearing only a soaked tight white tee with a black lace bra underneath.

I looked up and could tell by her smirk I had been caught staring, "Blake Beatrice Beckett are you checking me out?"

"Are you really pretending to be shocked by this?" I countered staring back at her.

She smirked and shrugged to herself as she looked down at the sand, "You do have a tendency to check me out, so I guess it's not all that surprising."

"You check me out too!" I exclaimed like a child ratting out their friend.

She laughed and relaxed into me, resting her head on my shoulder, "Truce, we check eachother out."

"It's not a truce, it's just a fact." I mumbled under my breath before asking her "Do you want your hoodie back?"

"No, I'm fine." She stated, drawing with her fingertip in the sand.

I gave her a pointed look, "Not complaining but I can literally see your bra."

"So?" She shrugged carelessly.

I glared back at her "We have to go back to the party at some point."

"So?" She repeated, a smirk on her lips.

Seriously?

I rolled my eyes "So you know what."

"I'll just wear your tee shirt instead of mine." She stated reaching to her right and plucking the dry tee from the ground.