Jared Leto • Imagines (editing)

cubbins

"Well... it was on the shores of some beach. I was only eight and somehow I can remember how sparkly blue the water was, but the name never stuck with me like it should have."

"Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-"

You made sounds as your feet sank in the scorching hot sand until you finally splashed into the Lukewarm water.

You giggled wetting the hemming of your golden sundress that matches well with the nice new tan on your skin.

"(Y/N)! Careful now!" One of your parents called you, lounging on the upper shores where multicolored umbrellas protected them from the sun.

"Okayyy!" You sang back too busy enjoying yourself. Every little thing excited you, the pebbles, the seaweed, the shells. You felt like you were in one of those Disney movies.

Describing it as being fun, was an understatement in your tiny mind. You were having the time of your life. You believed it was impossible for anybody not to.

That's why when you looked up and around, you were a bit taken aback to see that there was a little boy, frustratingly chucking the beautiful pebbles you once acknowledged happily, far into the ocean so little girls like you, couldn't see them.

And man, did it upset you.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing mister?" Your feet patted against the damper sand, going towards him.

He was about to throw another pebble but dropped his hand as you approached him.

As he turned his head, your eyes met.

"Is that when you felt the zing?"

"Mhm. And for a second, I forgot what I was going to say. Then I remembered... boys have cooties!"

She rolled her vibrant eyes.

You watched his round blue eyes roam your face, while his mouth hung slightly open, and his cheeks flushed as red as yours.

"Sorry." He said, but you weren't having it.

"Sorry? What did the ocean ever do to you? Why are you so mad it?"

"It's just that I'm-"

"Those pebbles were my friends!"

"Your friends with all the pebbles here?"

"Well... I was gonna be!"

"Fine keep your pebbles, weirdo." He says plopping down on the dry sand.

You scoffed, putting your hand on your hip.

"Says the one wearing a tie at the beach!"

"Why are you so angry?!"

"Because you ruined my entire fabulous trip." You stuck your nose in the air folding your arms.

"I said I was sorry! and you're not a weirdo. I'm just mad okay?"