24 Hours (Wattys 2016)

Hour 12

Hour 12

(6:00 PM EST)

    "Where are we going now?" I asked Beckett as we climbed into his car.

    "Check your list." He clicked his seatbelt on and kissed my cheek.

    "We are going golfing." I made a face as I read the list.

    "Why is that on the list?" Beckett frowned. "We both hate golfing." I laughed.

    "When we are experiencing as much as we can with each other, I guess that includes the stuff we hate." I grinned at him and he laughed.

    "I'm sure we can find ways to make it fun." Beckett said, pulling out of my driveway and shooting me a grin.

    "We always do."

    "So tell me," Beckett started. "If I had told you freshman year that you would be riding along with me, helplessly in love, on our last night together. Would you have believed me?"

    "Who says I'm helplessly in love?" I teased.

    "Fine then," Beckett joked. "Let me rephrase that. If I had told you that you would be riding alone with Beckett Ashby, who was helplessly in love with you, would you believe me?"

    "Never." I said, staring at him across the console.

    "Why not?"

    "Because you were the boy everyone liked, and I was the girl no one ever noticed." I shrugged.

    "I noticed you." Beckett said, his voice soft.

    "How about you, Mr. Romantic." I grinned again. "If I had told you freshman year you would be riding along with me, Miss. Perfectionist, who was helplessly in love with you, would you have believed me?"

    "No," Beckett said, making eye contact with me at a red light. "I would never have believed that I had won the heart of such a beautiful, amazing, perfect girl."

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    "Practice shots, or a full 18 holes?" The woman behind the counter asked us, handing us two golf clubs.

    "Practice shots." Beckett said.

    "I don't think we would last 18 holes." I grinned and the woman made a small smile.

    "Here you go." She said, handing us a basket of balls.

    "Thanks." Beckett said and I smiled at the woman.

    "Just go out the door and follow the right path down to the lake. You stand behind the line, tee off and see how far you can hit the ball into the water."

    We smiled at the woman, and walked away, exiting through the door.

    "I love nice people." I let out a happy sigh and Beckett laughed.

    "And I love how little it takes to make you happy." Beckett said, kissing my cheek.

    I let out another happy-sigh and Beckett's grin stretched.

    We got to the place instructed to us by the woman at the desk and I walked over to an empty section. There were a few golfers down at the other end of the line, but we were away from them a good distance, near a line of golf carts.

    "I bet I can go further than you." Beckett said, pressing a tee into the ground and balancing a ball on it.

    "You're on." I teed my ball and positioned my cub to swing.

    "One," Beckett said.

    "Two." I said quickly.

    "Three." We said in unison, and swung our clubs, sending our balls flying.

    Beckett's ball landed just shy of the water, and mine plopped into the lake, a few inches from the shore.

    "I won!" I cheered, waving my arms in a kind of dancing move. "Un huh, un huh!" I started shaking my hips and doing a weird dance, making Beckett laugh at me.

    "Such a sexy dance." Beckett teased.

    "I'm sexy and I know it." I flaunted, cocking a hip and doing a sassy pose, making Beckett laugh harder. Then I continued my victory dance.

    "Please make it stop." Beckett laughed and I huffed, pulling my lips out in a pout. He snapped a picture of me and I sent him a quick glare, before keeping up my little charade.

    "Please," I scoffed, stopping my dance and getting back in my sassy pose. "You are jelly of these skills." Beckett roared in laughter, hugging his stomach.

    "I'm not 'jelly' of anything." Beckett gasped out in between laughs.

    A security guard walked by us, shooting us a glare, making Beckett stifle his laughter, and me step out of my sassy position. The guard made his way out of earshot and Beckett and I burst out laughing again.

    "Lets race golf carts." Beckett said after he sobered up, pointing to the row of carts next to us.

    "No way." I shook my head. "Stealing is illegal."

    "Don't think of it as stealing." Beckett said, his voice low and tempting. "We are keeping them on the course, and we will bring them back here."

    "No." I said, putting my foot down.

    "Please." Beckett asked, his voice still low as he stepped near to me, so close we were almost touching. "Please." He pressed his lips to my neck and I sighed, then shook my head. "Please." He pressed a kiss to the other side of my neck. I shook my head again. "Please." His lips were so close to mine, I could feel his breath brush my lips. "Please." He said, just as his lips touched mine, a ghost of a kiss.

    "Fine." I surrendered, as he kissed me, pulling away after what felt like too short of a time.

    "Yay!" He cried, his eyes full of excitement. "I love you!"

    "Yeah, yeah, yeah." I grumbled as we walked over to the golf cart.

    "On the count of three jump in." Beckett said as we tried to be inconspicuous on our way over to the carts.

    "One," He said, stepping around the cart. "Two," His eyes were wild with excitement. "Three!" He yelled and we jumped in. He was in the driver's seat, and I was in the passenger seat.

    "Go!" I cried to him, looking around to see if anyone saw. We didn't start moving, so I turned to him, and saw him laughing, doubled over. "What?" I asked, confused as he writhed on the seat, laughing.

    "There-There isn't any keys." Beckett said in between laughs, then I started laughing. Our plan to drive cart wasn't going to work if we didn't have the keys.

    "Some kind of getaway car." I gasped, holding my stomach.

    "We need to work on our planning." Beckett laughed. "Next time we steal the keys."

    And with that we went on to our next adventure, because that was what today was all about, one adventure after the next.