It used to be Simple | ft.Cole Sprouse

Chapter 009:

We originally wanted to walk barefoot on the pier, let our toes feel the wooden floor and feel a little more alive after the soak in the water, but we soon realised with all the food lying around that it probably wasn't a good idea.

We walked around, watched the drunk group of girls laugh at an inside joke we weren't a part of, watched them stumble around in their unstable heels and tumble forwards yet not quite fall. We watched the seagulls steal the chips of a couple who were too busy making out on the pier bench to notice they were gone. We watched the little girl in the pretty blue dress beg her dad for the blue unicorn who lay lonely in the machine, watched the father get on his knees and explain that the machines didn't work and then curse to himself as he got out his wallet for his little girl to stop crying.

We watched this in silence, in pure observation of the people around us, in their lives and problems and how they dealt with them, watched them try to solve things out or completely forget about them.

His coat now hung on my own shoulders, he explained it was an apology for making me get into the sea, he has bought me a cup of coffee too, a normal, hot coffee, with sugar and milk in it and no ice to be seen. He did get an iced one for himself for he said that the coldness of it made him feel awake more than the coffee itself.

Taking a walk on the pier was a calmer alternative after the beach thing, being consumed by the lights and laughter of the strangers around you, as Cole has mentioned to me, gave you this kind of feeling that you can't describe. It's not the same for everyone, but to me, it was something like blending in the crowd. In a good way, being invisible.

When you walk through the pier, you blend into the red blue and green lights flashing on everything, you blend into the sweet smell of cotton candy, you blend into the laughter or groups of friends, old or new, that just want to have a good time. You blend into everything good, as Cole decided to say.

He bought us cotton candy that was coloured blue, which I adored and taken pictures of, and a second can of coke after we finished our first. I felt like walking closely would be perfect, maybe hold hands or just touch arms whilst we stroll our way through the blur of faces. I felt this exciting and calm tone of joy, I was experiencing something new and something beautiful.

We had talked more, made jokes and talked about pranks we've pulled on other people, him specifically talking about his brother and this kind of war of pranks they had, him recently being in the lead with his latest stunt. I threw my head in laughter at a lot of what he said, something I was always ashamed of, but I felt I didn't care right then because I was enjoying myself.

We sat on one of the benches on the pier, close enough to hear music that someone was performing nearby, and just kind of recited childhood memories, him having obviously much more interesting ones than me. He told the story of how the first time he was left alone in his house he got stuck in the toilet bowl and had to wait 40 minutes for his mum to be back and help him out. I felt tears in my eyes from laughing so much and expected for my makeup to be ruined by now.

He described it as the "worst 43 minutes of my entire damn life" and when I asked why was it so specific he told me he started panicking so he wanted to count to 20 seconds to calm down but ended up counting to 43 minutes, which made me laugh even harder, if possible.

'Hang on,' He mumbled before his hand went to my face, at first holding my jaw and then wiping the tear from laughing using the back of his hand. But he left his hand there and just kind of stared at me, not like in the movies or books, he didn't see stars in my eyes or endless galaxies, he just saw... me and for once in my life I believed that was enough.

I guess it got awkward because, after all, I was just a drunken stranger sitting on a bench that's been crapped on by the seagulls too much on a pier full of lights and laughter, with the sound of music and heels clicking against the floorboards, daydreaming that maybe I had a chance with an adventurous boy. I didn't, of course, but I just wished I had. I

He bought us churros to share, which I decided was my favourite food since my first bite, and then we just didn't say anything and sat and waited for nothing.

I wanted to hug him but I ended up just thanking him for everything. He begged me to repeat this one day, he made me promise I would and then we smiled at each other and I left.

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