Romantic One Shots & Imagines

One Shot #5: Beach Day

          Already having my bathing suit underneath, I let my dress fall around my ankles and start walking toward the ocean. This moment seemed perfect. The sunset, the glistening water, the solitude. I'm knee deep and about to float on my back when a huge splash from behind scares me. I immediately turn around to meet a golden retriever.

         Panic starts to set in when I realize that I'm not the only one on the beach. I know it's not a private beach, but it's pretty secluded, so I figured that I was the only one out here. The friendly dog splashes me some more as he gets closer. Making the best of the situation, I start splashing the dog back. A few minutes later, we're basically playing tag up and down the shore.

                                         "There you are!" I hear a voice say from behind. "I was looking for you everywhere!" He was so gorgeous that I hoped he was talking to me even though we've never met. He walks up to me and the dog. "I'm sorry if he disturbed you. We were down on the other side of the beach," He shakes his head as he sighs. "then next thing I know, he's gone."

                                         "Oh no worries, it was fun." I say as I try to play it cool.

                                         "That's good. I'm just glad he didn't go any further down the beach..." He says with a cute half smile. Is he flirting or am I just hopeful?

                                        I blush. "So...what's his name?"

                                        "Max." He responds simply.

                                       "Thats a nice name...it suits him." I say as I start to feel the awkwardness assemble between us.

                                       After a few seconds of silence, "I didn't catch your name. It would be rude of me not to know who kept my Max company while I thought he was lost."

                                       "I'm (Y/N)." I take his outstretched hand.

                                       "Pretty name, it suits you." O.k. That's definitely flirting, right? "My name is Chris."

                                       "Nice to meet you." Is all that I can say without choking up from social anxiety.

             He pats his dog and they start walking back down the shore. I resume floating, letting the water sway me back and forth. As I stare up at the beautiful mix of colors in the sky, I daydream about Chris. He was the first guy that I've met that actually made the man bun look attractive. I smile as I close my eyes. I replay our conversation over and over in my mind, thinking what I could have differently. I could have been more bold, more social.

             Getting pruney, I swim back to shore and walk over to my lounge chair. The sound of barking snatches me from my thoughts before I turn around to meet its owner. I see Max next to Chris. Was this real or was my imagination playing tricks on me? Still staring in astonishment, he starts to walk up to me.

                                   "Hey again. You know, it dawned on me that we need one more player for our volleyball game back there," He points back. "and I thought you'd be perfect. Its guys against girls and we're short one girl. What do you say? You're not gonna let me down are you?" He asks with that ovary exploding grin.

                                   "I don't know. Its been a while since I played." What am I doing? Am I really gonna say no to him?

                                   "Its not the Olympics. Besides, you wouldn't be the only bad player." He timidly looks down. "I suck at it too, but that doesn't stop me from playing." Before I could utter another word, "Max is gonna be there and we have beer." He says, trying to sweeten the pot.

                                    I laugh at his attempt. "Sure. Let me just get my stuff."

               He helps by carrying my chair as I carry my beach bag. How could I say no if he was so persistent! A guy has never put that much effort in doing something with me. We make small talk, ranging from our favorite T.V shows to what we had for breakfast, while making our way down the shore.

The End.