Jalex- Unda Da Sea!
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I hate boats. I don't like the feeling of bobbing around on the ocean, or getting tossed by the waves. It doesn't help that I get really motion sick either, but here I am on my grandfather's boat, about to ralph.
Thunder booms, and lightning was seen in the distance. Shit. I really hate boats.
Why did I agree to go fishing wish this deranged man? Oh yeah, that's right. He's got a month left to live, and 'deep sea fishing during a rainstorm' is on his bucket list. Crazy old man. I'm sure going to miss him.
Oh shit, the boat's tilting! We're capsizing! I can't swim!
*Splash!*
★Alex's POV★
"Fuck you, Dad! I'm done!" I yelled so loud that the whole ocean shook.
I swam past him and out the front door of the castle, pushing away anyone who crossed my path. I know that I was being an asshole, but at the moment I couldn't bring myself to care. I only stopped when someone landed right in front of me.
"Hey watch where you're going bro!" I said. No response. I got mad.
"Hey, you clumsy little shit!" I pushed the person and got no response, yet again.
I grabbed them and realized, oh crap, this guy has legs.
Legs mean only one thing. Humans.
I didn't have time to think, but if I did it would probably just be a mantra of 'I have to save him, I have to save him, I have to save him' over and over again. I grabbed the human and pulled him with me as I swam as fast as I could to a nearby island.
I knew it was only a matter of time until he would die, and I couldn't let him die. Human or not, I couldn't let anyone die.
We finally made it to the island, and I laid him in the sand. I didn't know what to do, so I pushed him onto his side and hoped for the best.
He is pretty handsome, in a rugged, scene-ish sort of way. I don't suppose that sounds very attractive, but it seems to work for him. His skin was pale, and his hair a lovely dark chestnut color, with a bit of bright blonde toward the side. Truly a beautiful sight to see. The only problem I see with his appearance are the um, LEGS! And yeah, I'm gay.
He started to convulse on the ground, one of his wrists smacked me in the face when he moved.
Ouch.
I thought he was dying, but I wasn't sure. My instinct just kicked in, and all I could think was my same ol' mantra of "save him, save him, save him"
He wasn't breathing so I figured the only way to remedy that was to breathe into him. I turned bright scarlet as I realized what I had to do.
I tipped his head back and plugged his nose, trying not to let the air escape. I took a deep breathe and captured my mouth with his. I forced my breath into his lungs, but it didn't seem to do anything. I tried yet again, and it didn't seem to do anything. I tried once more, and nothing happened.
I grew so scared and so frustrated that I was trying to shake him awake, and was pounding on his chest. Still nothing.
At that point, I began to sob. It was my fault. He was probably dead right now, and it's all my fault. I let someone die because I was being an asshole.
I did all that I could do. I brushed his hair from his face with my fingers. He really was a pretty man. I wish I could've known him. He probably had a family, friends, a...
He just coughed sea water on me?
He's alive!
I propped him up, and he turned to his side and coughed out what I hope was the remaining water.
He turned in my direction, and when he saw me, his eyes widened in shock.
"You, who are you?" He asked me softly, barely more than a murmur.
I, yet again, panicked.
I pushed myself off the sand and back into the ocean. When I close my eyes I could still see his. Brown and warm, even after being on the brink of death.
I need to see him again. It's a unrational need, but still a need all the same.
There's only one creature that can help me.
Jefree Star, the most powerful bitch in the sea, well below my dad anyway.
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And that's where I am cutting it off, cuz I'm a jerk-face.
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