"..tidal waves they rip right through me.."
- down by blink-182
Michael froze in place when he felt the grip on his wrist, his blood ran cold and he was certain that his heart missed a few beats. The terrified boy slowly looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening once he saw the girl now standing, the water rising to just below her shoulders.
Her hair was pushed back as droplets of water ran down her face, her blue lips were pursed and her blue eyes wide. Michael opened his mouth to speak but fell short of words.
"Cat got your tongue?" The mysterious girl teased as she loosened her grip on Michael's wrist.
The boy nodded carefully and watched as a devious smile pulled at the girls lips. "It's very rude to stare, especially when you disrupt someone from their thoughts."
Michael fully turned around so that he was now facing the girl. "I would say that I'm sorry, but I'm afraid to say that I'm not sorry." He replied with a tight smile.
He wasn't exactly sure on why he was still standing in the ocean fully clothed for a stranger but, there was something about her that was very enticing. "You look cold," The girl noted as she let go of Michael's wrist completely.
Michael nodded, "I'm freezing but I can't bring myself to move." The girl grabbed Michael's hand from beneath the water and began to walk towards the shore, pulling the confused boy behind her.
The girl let go of Michael's hand once they reached the shore; Michael sat back on the rocks and watched the girl as she pulled her t-shirt over her head and ringed out her hair.
"What did I tell you about staring?" The girl questioned as she looked over her shoulder at Michael. She observed how Michael was sat, his knees tucked into his chest and his arms wrapped around his knees with his fingers intertwined, holding his knees to his chest.
"You're very anxious, aren't you?" The girl asked Michael again as she ringed out her t-shirt. Michael swallowed the lump in his throat, "Not anxious, just curious." The girl moved to sit next to Michael on the rocks.
"What are you curious about?" She asked with a raised eyebrow as Michael moved his sight to the vast ocean in front of him. "You, I have many questions." The girl moved closer to Michael and took his cold hand in hers.
"Do you know what 'Cuanto menos se revela, más personas pueden preguntarse' means?" The girl asked as she held Michael's hand.
The boy shook his head and looked at the girl, her eyes holding the gaze of the moon as she chewed on her lower lip, "It means 'The less you reveal, the more people can wonder.'" And with that, the girl left Michael to ponder on her words.
Michael watched the girl walk away, he wanted to run after her, ask her a million questions just to ease his mind. He had never seen this girl before, but he knew he needed to see her again; so Michael went after her.
"I didn't get your name!" He yelled as he jogged to where the girl had stopped. She spun around to face Michael, a frown on her face and her lips slowly regaining their pink tint.
"Why do you want to know? Nobody ever wants to know." Michaels chest heaved up and down as he ran his hands over his face, exercise was not his forte.
"As I said before, you make me curious." He shrugged. The girl smiled slightly and looked to the sand beneath her feet. "Nice to meet you Curious, I'm the Moon." Michael laughed quietly at the girls words, a small fire igniting behind his eyes as he watched her laugh too.
"The Moon?" He questioned. The girl nodded and looked up at Michael. "Work it out, Curious. I'll see you around." She smiled before running towards the other end of the beach.
Michael stood stunned for a moment, "I guess I'll see you around, Moon."
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Michael woke up the next day to his dog barking and his mother yelling, again. This was the average morning for Michael, his mother yelling, his dog barking and his mind wondering. He was still curious about 'The Moon' that he met the previous night, he could not shake the feeling that she was like him. Lost and complicated.
He sat up in his bed, ran his hands over his face and sighed as he heard a knock on his door. "Yes, mum?" He yawned as his mother entered the room, her blonde hair pulled into a right ponytail and her lips painted crimson red.
"Can you take Jimi to the beach? He hasn't been in a while and I know you like it there." She asked, her black nails tapping on the wood of Michaels door as she awaited his answer.
The boy nodded and smiled slightly as his mother smiled. "Love you, I'll be back tomorrow morning!" She called out behind her as she waltzed out of her teenage sons room.
Michael didn't necessarily want to walk Jimi along the beach but he did so anyway. The large Labrador loved the ocean and so did Michael, making them a great pair for a walk along the sands.
The boys mind was still puzzled about 'The Moon' he met the previous night and could not work out what the mysterious girl meant.
Ever since he was a child, Michael was fascinated by mysteries and the mysterious floating girl had become his newest fascination.
