Him.

What hides can surprise you

Mom said "whatever happened to being friends!" We giggled, then he squeezed me and let go of me. I felt numb with happiness to where I floated on my back and just smiled knowing that just happened to me. Pretty soon enough most of the kids left, but he swam to where you can climb up to the rock, and I never knew I was right in his way. He shouted at me then I opened my eyes and said in a surprised way "oh!" and moved out of his way. He dived in then didn't come back to the surface for a while. I looked around nervously thinking oh shit, did he drown? I felt scared every second that ticked by now and mom got the clue. She watched me as I swam around underwater looking for him then when I surfaced, I started wondering if he really did drown. I felt my emotions trying to knock down the door of my mind, then I sighed and tried looking for him one last time. I felt the hair on his head then flung my head up, took a big gulp of air, and tried to wrap my arms around him so I could drag him up to the surface. He started moving then I freaked out and made a squeak underwater. I pushed myself to the bank of the river, and lo and behold he was breathing and looking at me strangely. I said "Jason what the hell! I thought you drowned!" he said calmly as if nothing happened "no, I was just sitting underwater in the sand."
"do what?"
"hold your breath for that long!"
"because, I'm special."

I laughed at his smartass remark, then I said "then what am I?" he smirked then said "well, you're amazing." I tried to fight off the smile that was trying to show on my face, but it escaped and I shook my head at him. Mom laughed quietly at us, and Jason floated on his back across the water. I sneaked into the water and creeped up to him, then grabbed him around his torso and pulled him down. He said "HE-" and I let go of him then tried escaping but he grabbed my ankle and I smiled nervously. I needed air, but he put one hand on my waist and one on the back of my head then when I peeked my eyes open a little, enough so that the water couldn't pour into my eyes, I saw his yellow irises staring into mine and glowing. The black outline and form of his upper body floating above mine, then he put his lips to mine.  As he pressed his mouth to mine, I found myself able to breathe. I felt surprised when all I was breathing in was oxygen and when he let go of my lips, he pulled me up to the surface. I kept staring at him thinking is he part fish now? mom said we had to go, since more and more cars of Mexican people started flooding in, but Jason wanted to take me to the top of the rock and jump with me. I went up the rock with him, then he wanted me to go first. I stepped onto the edge of the rock, then looked down and grew nervous at the thought of hitting the bottom and hurting myself. I looked at him, and he looked at me ornerily. He said "if you don't go I'm going to throw you in!" I grinned and said "no! you go first!" he shook his head, then I made nervous noises as he started walking up to me. He scooped me off of my feet and into his arms, then I grinned shyly when I glanced at his biceps and pecs. He sighed and walked to the edge of the rock, then took a few quick steps and I grabbed him when he jumped and I felt my innards leave me as I fell through the air. I shouted as we about hit the water, then we splashed through. I swam back up and grabbed his hand, then swam with him back up to the shore. Mom walked with us back up to the car with our towels and shoes and shirts, then we got in the car and relaxed. When I knew he closed his eyes while mom was starting the car, the sun glimmered down on his body and it made me melt with just the thought of touching his perfect, blazing ripped skin. When he opened his eyes and looked out the window, I looked at the trees and knew I was going to miss these trees again, and just the great feeling of being in the forest. He watched as I looked out the window and at the trees and rivers, then smiled slightly. He said quietly "do you like this place?..." I nodded, then he looked out the window and said "I think I do too." I smiled, and he leaned against me. I put my arm around him, then he sighed and played on his phone until he eventually fell asleep. I soon fell asleep as well, and when I woke up I was in the hospital. I felt the pain in my finger strike me like a thousand needles, and when I looked down at it it was covered in a white bandage. I looked around for a nurse, but there weren't any. I looked down a hallway and saw  Jason come through two doors, and I waved at him. He looked at me and smiled, but something in the look he had told me something wasn't good. He had on different clothes, but he walked up to the chair I was in and crouched down in front of me, then he said "I'm so sorry Sam.." and hugged me. I kept hearing him sniffle, then I said "uh Jason, did something happen to mom?..." he sighed and said "yeah, she died." the news hit me like a baseball bat against my face, and I felt my eyes get hot and watery. I squeezed him, and cried into his shoulder. He rubbed his hand gently up and down my back, and when I got to a point of where I wasn't bawling as much anymore, I saw another man walk up to us. He stood by us and put a hand on Jason's shoulder, then he got up and carried me to a different car. I recognized the car model as a grey camaro, and he put me in the backseat then flipped the seat back to shape and sat down in it. He held my hand tightly, then the same man sat in the drivers seat and drove to Jason's house. Jason helped me out of the car and gave the strange man a hug, then the man patted him and said goodbye. Jason walked me inside and I laid on the couch thinking that my life just ended all when I was asleep. He stood by me and said "I'm going to go and get your stuff with my brother's help, will you be ok here on your own?" he sat down and brushed his finger through my hair, and I nodded. I felt blank, like nothing mattered. I stared at the walls blankly, I couldn't see anything. I kept thinking I knew I should've been awake.. I could have seen sooner. The sentence "I should have done:" stuck in my head the whole time. The accident would still have happened if I was awake anyways, since now that I though about it even more, it was the other persons fault, but I could have been there for her when she was in the coma..