short stories ♢ t.j.

Beach

This is Tyler's cute little outfit on the beach and also it reminds me Jenna way too much!

Anyways, enjoy!

*fluff*

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Josh

Sometimes the feeling of not being wanted can wash over me, like sand swirling and drawing in salt water, but today is not that day.

Warmth of people's welcoming emotions and the high degree temperature elevates me up to go to the beach, obviously. My whole family was on vacation in Michigan to give us a rest from Ohio's bite of low mercury.

My mom, dad, Ashley, and Jordan but Abigail couldn't make it with her work schedule. The exhilaration never left my body, as I never thought this could ever happen to me on a beach in Michigan.

As we arrived, the beach was hugging everyone in at 15:00 and I have never seen a beach so filled up with strangers. My anxiety rose with my yellow hair blended with the burning sun. The paleness of mine winced and ached sunlight and will punish me with a harsh sunburn that I get everytime.

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Tyler

The beaches around had new smells and people; a beach in Michigan is not familiar to me as I am from the hometown Columbus, Ohio. My aesthetic white nails swirled like banana pudding with my polka-dot high-waisted bikini bottoms.

My plan of having smooth, tan legs satisfied my own mind as I couldn't stop rubbing my legs together from how delicate my limbs can be.

On the other hand, this beach was the right temperature to make sweat trickle through your heated hair. I love wearing feminine clothes; I feel most comfortable in them and everyone always looks at me with weird looks.

The faces I receive seem to have a goal to make me insecure, buy they do the opposite for me. I lay my towel and purse on the ground to finally let my skin bake for a more healthy skintone and I lay with my back against the bumpy sand.

Suddenly, I am disturbed by a volleyball that dropped near me. I look straight up to see a man with shaved heads, a black bathing suit, and a hell of a body. His expression seems subtle, as he tested me if I was going to be soft like my delicate appearance.

"Sorry love, that won't happen again." He says crouching down to be in my eye level as I sit on the sun and my elbows being my support to sit up.

"It is okay." I go to lay on my stomach to have the same tan on both sides of my body. The man walks away and he seemed quite cute to be so nice.

20 minutes pass...

My tan has come along with my goals at the beach and now it's time to wash away the heat off in the lurking waters we call the ocean. I walk to the edge of the biting and unknowing mysteries.

I have always been pondering how could our doomed planet have a mask to make it seem untouched? The ideas and desperate need of red boxes of muscles and bones excel more with the power and desire to destroy my friend: Earth.

My thoughts pushed me out of the trap door, the same volleyball came rolling to my feet and I couldn't laugh at the goofy coincidence or how my mood changed faster than a blink. I pick it up and turn around to see the same mocha eyes running towards me. His running is even goofy like the smile on his innocent face.

"Oh for goodness sake, it's like this ball wants us to talk." He receives the naughty ball and chuckles at his comment.
"Well, this volleyball is a good love matcher." I giggle as my blush blended in my new golden skin.

The boy walks away, I hate it. Why won't he stay and talk to me?

An idea has finally taken over.

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My impatience of not getting what I wanted accelerated; I desperately wanted the boy's attention.

My glowing skin has now gotten darker from the executing rays of the heat in the environment. I will take up the courage to talk to this boy.

His family surrounds him under their red and blue umbrella as he throws the ball around to waste time off the breaking sun.

Legs shake, awkward placement of my feet are actioned; the sand wants you to fall so it makes it bumpy for me to embarrass myself.

Running my plan over and over again in my baked, tiny brain as I let my body take me to the boy that I can't control my feelings for.

Even if I have seen him at this moment, he makes me feel like I have known him forever. The way he greets my appearance by his spruce glowing eyes and his curious mouth.

Maybe, just maybe, the boy will see me as his sunshine, even for a day.

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Third Person

How could you watch the boy in awe, who caught your wood eyes as you never understood the life in this angry, dangerous area.

The taller boy had his eyes locked on how bubbly the feminine boy has his resting face or how he smiles and shows his crooked teeth.

The spruce wood eyes saw the real sun in the sky, but he saw the feminine boy as the real sunshine.

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I hope you enjoyed even a little bit of my short story. Either way, thank you for being here!

t.j.