*Your POV*
When school was over and I finally made it home, I got ready for the beach with Justin and his mom. I got in the shower again. I put my bikini under my shorts. I didn't put a shirt on. It was too hot so I just let my bikini top show. I had to try and get as much air as I could.
After getting ready, I went downstairs where my mom was packing us some lunch.
"Does Justin need anything?" She asked.
I shrugged.
"I'll text him." I got out my phone.
As I was waiting for the text, I put all of my food into a big beach bag with our towels and sunscreen and stuff.
"Justin texted back. He said they're good but thanks anyways." I said reading from the text message. My mom smiled and nodded.
"You ready?" She said putting the beach bag on her arm.
"Yea." I smiled excitedly.
*AT THE BEACH*
When we got to the beach, Justin and his mom were already sitting in their spots on the beach sand. I ran to him and threw my arms around him.
"Justin!!!" I was happy to see him.
"Hey!" He said looking in my eyes.
I jumped down and stared at him.
"Sooo...Does that mean you plan to get in the water?" He pointed to my bikini top.
"Yea!!" I said. I grabbed the rim of my shorts and pulled them down. Justin just stared at me. Once he caught me looking back at him, he laughed.
"Sorry. Your just too gorgeous." He smiled and his face was red.
Justin and I went to the edge of the water. I dipped my toes in and the water was freezing!! Justin was already in.
"Ohhhh no. Too cold." I shivered.
"Don't make me come get you." He smiled.
"You wouldn't." I crossed my arms. Then, Justin came flying at me. He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. We both flew under the water. When we came up, my legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. We stared. And with that, I was officially in love with Justin.
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Breaking Free
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