Fine on the Outside

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"Eve?"

I looked back as the wind fluttered with my curly hair. A tall shadow casts over my tiny body.

"Cam..?" I said in a monotone voice.

"Why don't you come and swim? I mean you can't just sit hear and stare at the ocean, come on."

"I'm fine. I don't want to go swimming, I don't really like the stickiness of the salt water." I frowned at him and turned to look at the waves repeating themselves.

"fine, I guess I will just sit here with you." Cam is a very stubborn person, which can be annoying but part of me likes it.

"Okay."

"What are you thinking about?" Cam said, his hair covering his dark emerald eyes, his curls flowing in the breeze.

"How big that ocean is and what mysteries it could hold. Why?"

"Because you always question things and wonder about things no one else would ever give a thought about. You see things others don't consider. I like hearing what you think, it's intriguing."

I giggled at his words. They seemed like something that I don't consider to be myself. I question things because they are bigger and strong.

"They're bigger than me, why wouldn't I ask questions..?" I said trying to flip my hair out of my face. I could feel the sun radiating on my back, boiling with heat as drips of sweat tremble down my spin.

"Yeah.. You're right. I'll be right back." Cam got up, sending the sand up in the air. I look back to the waves and wonder, why does he care so much about what I think?

He doesn't realise some of the things I think are dangerous. Sometimes, when I'm at the beach, walking with my toes sinking into the soggy sand, I wonder how big would a rock have to be to make me sink.

"I'm back" I snapped my head around to see Cam holding a pencil, pen, and his tiny little sketchbook.

"What's that for?" I ask, wondering what his beautiful hands will create now..

"I'm gonna draw something beautiful, hopefully." He said, shyly laughing.

His fingers held the piece of wood in his hand, in which curves around the natural wrinkles within his hand, while he curves his wrist in many patterns to form some king of figure.. I can't tell what it is because he propped it up to where I can't see it. I sat there fiddling with the sand in between my fingers. I started to make swirls and had an idea, sandcastle. I grabbed fistfuls of sand and placed them into a pile and made them into a makeshift castle. By the time I was done with the castle, Cam was almost done with the drawing.

I met Cameron in school 4 years ago, I was in 8th grade. He came up to me and asked if he could have my lunch. He's a big fan of food but doesn't gain a pound. He didn't have many friends at the time, but he did have a girlfriend. She was the opposite of me, loud and obnoxious. Also she carried the attitude of give me this give me that. I hated her from the start. Her loud mouth spitted poison like no other towards me. When Cameron found out what she was doing, he dropped her in that instant. Ever since he is the only person who I trust.

"Okay, I'm done." He turned the sketchbook around. It was me. It was beautiful..

"It's beautiful." I said, smiling.

"Thanks, I got the best model." He said giggling.

I took the sketchbook and looked through the pages. It seemed as if the ink and the pages held stories and ideas like no other. I think it is cool how you can fit so much on a tiny sheet of brittle paper.

I looked at him and smiled and said "every page is beautiful.."