Michael carried his shoes in left hand and Jimi's leash in his right hand, his black aviators sat on the bridge of his nose as the sun gleamed across the beach.
The blue haired boy wasn't a fan of the sun or it's heat, his pale skin burnt easily and the sweat made his hair dye run; the sun was his second worst enemy, his first being his mind.
He watched as Jimi splashed around in the sea and smiled as the Labrador ran to him and shook his fur, the water from his fur spraying all over Michael. "God dammit, Jimi." Michael laughed quietly as he petted the dog.
He encouraged Jimi to carry on running and carried on walking until he reached his favourite spot, the rocks. Michael threw his shoes onto the rocks and sat down next to where they landed, dropping Jimi's leash along with his shoes.
Michael watched the waves roll in and out as time slowly passed him by, he never took notice of time or how fast it moved, he wanted to be within the moment and not wish away his existence.
"You look rather puzzled," A soft voice pointed out as they sat next to Michael. The boy sighed and looked to his left to see the mysterious girl from the night before, 'The Moon'.
"You seem to be haunting me," Michael mumbled as he looked back to the ocean, his eyes trying their best not to wander to the girl next to him. The girl laughed quietly and shrugged, "That implies that you have been thinking about me." Michael shook his head at her words.
Yes, he had been thinking about her, she confused him beyond belief but he would not to admit that to her, not until he knew her name.
Michael picked up a handful of stray stones and pebbles, rolling them around in his palm as he threw them into the ocean ahead of him one by one. "You're not very curious today," She stated matter of factly as she her eyes followed each stone Michael threw.
"Curiosity killed the cat." The girl shrugged at Michael's words, tempting herself to deepen his curiosity. "You have very pretty eyes, Curious." The girl smiled lightly, gently tracing her fingers over the shell of his ear.
Michael shuddered under her cold fingertips but he oddly liked it, he enjoyed the soft touch from the mysterious girl.
The girl carried on tracing her fingers along Michaels ear, slowly moving them into the tuffs of hair around his ear. "You dye a hair a lot," She stated as her fingers combed through the back of his hair. Michael nodded "It's the only colour within my life."
The girl pouted at Michael's words and leant her head upon his shoulder, "There's always colour, you just have to be open to it." Michael pondered on her words, his mouth opening to reply but nothing but a sigh leaving it. "I'll find it some day,"
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Michael had returned home with Jimi after his encounter with the mysterious girl. He was still beyond confused on why he was fascinated with the girl from the beach; she acted as if she knew the troubles that ran around his mind and the demons that ran within his veins.
Her touch comforted Michael, her soft fingertips grazing his burning skin, running her long fingers through his matted hair; he wasn't sure why he felt so comfortable with her but he hoped she felt comfortable with him too.
Michael laid on flat on his bed, his back against the mattress and his eyes trained on the ceiling, he still couldn't work out the girls name. The Moon. It seemed so strange yet simple, she seemed so delicate yet she looked as if she could cause a hurricane.
The loud yell of Michaels mother letting him know she was home, Jimi scampered out of Michael's room at the sound of Karen returning and surprisingly to Karen, Michael followed.
Michael stood in the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed across his chest as he leant against the door frame, "Hey Pumpkin," Karen smiled, brushing her hands on her skirt. "Do you know how to say 'The Moon' in another language?" Michael asked, his right hand awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.
Karen looked at her soon with a confused expression but nodded, "La Lune is it in French, La Luna is it in Spanish. That's all I know." Karen shrugged. Michael quietly thanked his mother and kissed her cheek, taking her by surprise but making the woman smile.
Michael went up the stairs two at a time and closed his door behind him. He flopped onto his bed and looked at the alarm clock that sat on his bedside table, it was only seven thirty.
Ignoring his grumbling stomach, Michael jumped up and pulled on his tattered converse; running down the stairs and yelling to his mother that he was going out, "Be safe!" She yelled back, sighing as her son left like every other night of the week.
Michael arrived at the beach and his feet carried him to the rocks before his mind could even process the route; he knew the route like the back of his hand.
He walked and walked until he finally reached the rocks, smiling shyly to himself as he spotted the girl; her hair pulled into two loose French braids, her legs bare as she played with the loose thread of her shorts.
"Curious," She smiled as he sat down next to her, resting her head on his shoulder. "Your name," Michael stated, the girl nodded as the pair looked at the waves crashing in front of them.
"Luna," The girl smiled and nodded, "Well done Michael, the curiosity didn't kill you or the cat." Luna teased, nudging her knees against Michaels. "It will one day, Luna. Just not today."
