"You don't know how to swim?" Ed asks me in disbelief. He keeps his eyes on the road, though. He's driving us to a nice beach that we're going to have a picnic at. I know it sounds cliché, but it sounds so relaxing, so I suggested it.
This is our fifth (or sixth if you count the time we just walked around the city and talked) date and the last four (or five) were really nice. After the dinner that I fucked up, we went to movies, ate at different restaurants and various fun things. I haven't gotten any texts from that person, so I guess they're over it. I'm so relived that I don't have to worry about this stalker anymore. I really like Ed. We talk a lot, and I love it. He makes me laugh until my sides hurt, he's extremely smart, he has deep feelings, and he's really attractive. I'm not going to rush things, though-- it really doesn't end well.
"Nope," I say casually. "I usually kind of just float around the shallow end of the pool."
"Wait, have you ever swam in an ocean?" He asks me.
"No," I say.
We're at a stop light, so he looks over at me like I'm crazy.
"Well, you know, the water's pretty nice at the beach we're going to," he raises his eyebrows.
"Ed, I don't even have a swim suit with me," I say.
"Well, I'm turning the car around so we can go back to your flat," he says.
"Ed," I complain.
"What? We've only gotten like five minutes away from your place," he says turning around and driving back towards my apartment.
"Come on, Ed, I thought we were going to just chill and eat at the park," I say.
"We still are going to do that," he assures me. "But we're also going to swim." He adds under his breath.
"Ugh," I groan. I suppose today is the day I'm going to swim in an ocean. I don't feel like it really, but Ed sounds so excited.
We get back to my apartment and I go back inside, grab my bright pink bikini, and put it on under my comfy t shirt and denim shorts. I grab a couple towels and stuff them into a tote bag. Before I head to the car, I lock up the house because Lottie is sleeping on the couch.
Closing the passenger door behind me, I say, "I've got my swimsuit. Under my clothes."
"Great. I don't even have mine with me, do you mind if we stop by my flat?" I shake my head no and he pulls out onto the road again and off to his place (and then the beach) we go.
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"You're not supposed to swim after you eat are you?" I ask him taking a bite of my ham sandwich. I'm kind of jokingly trying to weasel my way out of swimming.
"We'll wait a while, but you're not getting out of this," he smiles at me sipping from his water bottle.
"What if I drown?" I question him with raised eyebrows.
"I'll save you before that happens," he says. Ugh. He's annoyingly cute.
I was right. It's super relaxing here. The sun is beaming down on us and I'm certain I've caught a tan. Ed slathered himself in sunscreen because "he's so fucking pale he might disintegrate on the beach if he didn't". Or so he put it. The sand between my toes is so nice and I love the sound of the water.
People around us frolic and dance around in the sand and water. One couple a few yards away from us is making out on a towel. It'd be cute if it weren't so damn uncomfortable.
I glance at them and then quickly avert my eyes, because oh god they might have seen me staring at them. I can see Ed looking at me out of the corner of my eye and I feel very awkward. Seeing them kind of makes me want to kiss Ed. We haven't kissed yet, but this isn't the first time I've wanted to kiss him. So why don't I?
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