5sos and tr33s tour

Chapter 9: Beach Picnic

Caitlin's POV

I came up with the amazing idea of going on a picnic and everyone loved the idea! Come on, who doesn't like picnics? When we get to the beach it's nearly sunset, so the tide is out and the sky looks beautiful.

We set up our picnic on a cute checkered blanket and start eating, we mainly brought sweets and cans of Monster but that's fine. When Calum and I are full we both take off our jeans and run into the sea, splashing each other. Calum is amazing, he is so fun to be around, I love adventure, so being together is great because we see the fun in everything. Calum picks me up and places me on his shoulders. "Fall backwards!" He laughs and I do as he says and sink underwater, he then joins me and when we both go back up for air. Michael is there splashing us and throwing us around.

Kira's POV

"Ah, you missed, it hit my eye!" I giggle, Luke keeps throwing mini Coca Cola bottles at me trying to get it in my mouth but it keeps missing. (this sounds so wrong, sorry not sorry;)) I grab his hand and place a mini Cola bottle in his mouth.
"Ha!" I say. The next think I know he is on top of me, pinning me to the sandy floor, he pops a mini Cola bottle in my mouth, "Ha! To you too." He says getting back up. We look at the sea and see everyone splashing and having fun, Luke and I decided not to go in the sea as we wanted to have some alone time together. We have been talking for awhile now, before tour we were skyping every night. I really like him, I think he likes me too, we are kinda rolling with it and seeing what happens.

"Kira, I've never met anyone like you." He says tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
"What do you mean?" I say, leaning closer to him.
"Well, normally people like me for my fame, and they don't see me as a person, well except you guys and my band, but you really see me." He looks down.
"Well, what's not to like?" I say, and then we are kissing. His lips taste like the suger from the the Cola bottles. He's gentle at first, but then it becomes more demanding, the good kind. We break apart to breathe and stare into each others eyes, hazel to blue.