I packed my beach bag and put on my leopard print monokini with my black cover up and black sandals. Marlon and I will be going to Penny Cliff Beach. It was Nisean's most famous beach. It was known for its white sand, palm trees and calmness.
He picked me up at home and drove us to our destination. During the drive he played vibrant music and we spoke of some of the songs.
We've gotten closer ever since he admitted of having feelings for me. Though I haven't admitted my feelings I think my actions showed I reciprocated his. I think both of us wanted to make it official but so many things was holding us back. His family, his friends and his lady. His lady was the big elephant in the room as he never speaks of her even when I tried to bring her up.
Upon reaching our destination, Marlon came out the car to let me out. He took this as a duty now. He then took our stuff out of the trunk and led us towards the beach. The beach was filled with people as usual. I loved the beach but I wasn't a great swimmer and so I mostly stayed on shore.
Marlon placed our bags on the lounge chairs he rented before he took off his shirt. While he sprayed on his sunscreen I stood there admiring his toned body. After we went to the beach. We stayed close to shore at first and then he went further beckoning me to follow. The further out I went it felt as if I was drowning as I was petite and the water was so deep.
He came for me putting me on his back and returned to his previous position. He tried teaching me how to swim and float and it was difficult for me to receive it. I had this constant thought of drowning. Things like these are best taught young, when you're unaware of danger.
"I feel hungry." He said after my swimming lesson.
"I brought food." I brought sandwiches and french fry chicken that was to be eaten with bread. I also carried juice and water.
He carried us back to shore and we sat on our beach lounge chairs to eat.
"Who made this?" he asked after eating.
"Me."
"You're a good architect plus cook!" his compliment made me smile shyly and look away.
YOU ARE READING
Bolanle
KurzgeschichtenThe story of a girl who grows up in a classist and colourist society. In her society the rich light-skins see themselves as superior to the poor black-skins. What will happen when she falls for her opposite and he falls for her?
