"Okay. So.. Uhm.. It's when you.. Like someone, a lot. You know?"
"No. I don't."
"Yeah you do! It's like, when you feel all tingly and happy and craving affection and care from that person."
"That's a better explanation, but I still don't understand."
I groaned.
Billie and I spent the past hour under the highrock. I was trying to explain to him what love was, but nothing worked.
"The only way that you'll understand is for you to feel it!" I spoke proudly.
He rolled his eyes. "That's not going to be as easy as you think it is, Roseabella."
I smiled. "Sure it will be, all we can do is try."
He smirked. "I envy your optimism."
"I envy your good looks."
"As if you're unattractive, Rosie?"
"I couldn't have acne on my cheeks and still be as cute as you."
He chuckled.
I got up, and danced around squealing happily.
"YOU LAUGHED! THATS AN IMPROVEMENT!" I flailed my arms and ran in circles. He smiled at me.
"Billie, you're doing so well!"
I ran over to where he was sitting.
He was sitting with his legs crossed in the sand, his back hunched and looking as gorgeous as ever. I got on my knees so I could be about his sitting height and hugged him.
"There's so many things I want us to do. I have so many ideas!"
He sat, and didn't move.
"We can't do anything. People will recognize my face in an instant. "
I frowned.
There's got to be some way that he'll become at least a little unrecognizable.
"Why don't we dye your hair?"
His face scrunched. "What?"
"Yeah, we can dye your hair! It'll work, definitely." I said as optimistic as possible. He shrugged. "Whatever will work. "
I smiled. "What color do you want?"
He thought for a second, staying a bit quiet.
"Blue."
"Really?"
"Yes. Blue."
I was happy with his choice. With such a bright, unusual hair color, then perhaps he'd have a new face.
I unzipped my backpack and dug through, feeling my ukulele and phone while I searched for my wallet.
"Is that a ukulele?" He asked, intrigued.
I smiled and looked at him.
"Yes, it is." I pulled it out of my backpack and zipped it up. Dotty meowed and curled up next to me.
"Dotty likes when I play for her."
I began strumming random chords.
"Can.. Can I see it?" Billie asked quietly.
I looked him in the eyes with a soft stare.
He asked gently for an item of mine.
I'm proud of him.
I handed him the small mint green ukulele and watched as he fooled with the fingerboard.
"The frets are too small." He said as he attempted to play a chord.
"Maybe your hands are too big." I said in response.
He raised an eyebrow at my witty yet gentle reply.
"Are you sure about that?" He asked
He set my ukulele down next to him and raised up one of his hands.
I placed my hand over his, noticing a significant size difference. His fingers slowly closed in, holding my hand in his. I closed my fingers, causing us to hold hands warmly as we put our arms down in sync.
"I guess you were right." He whispered.
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Riptide
Fanfic"When you hurt people for so long, it becomes apart of you. It was the only way I could feel." •1994, Modern music & technology. • You could tell when the world was perfect. The time, the weather, the earth. Atleast, Roseabella could. She was a...
