summer boy ~ tal fishman ✓

~27~

For the first time like ever, I wake up before Meredith does. We ended up falling asleep in my bed yesterday. She is asleep close next to me. She looks so pretty and cute and peaceful at the same time. She's definitely a natural beauty. The only thing could be off is that her hair isn't perfect right now. But that's not that bad. It's only lightly not-perfect. When I am asleep, it looks like a bird made its nest in my hair or something. Hers just looks slightly messed up. I understand why Adi could fall in love with her. I love her too, but like as best friends.

I rub the sleep out of my eyes and Meredith wakes up as well. 'What time is it?' she murmurs. 'About 9 A.M. why?' 'Well Adi said he'd pick me up at 11.' I sort of nod, pretending not to be jealous. It's hard since their relationship is so cute and Adi gets to spend a lot of time with Mer. Which results in less time for me with my bestie. We lay in the bed for a few more minutes before we decide we are hungry and we head downstairs for breakfast.

'So what are you guys going to do that early?' I ask Meredith over breakfast. 'I don't know. He said it was a surprise.' I nod. 'But now we've got a huge problem, Meredith. You don't know what to wear!' I tease her. I know she always wants to have the perfect outfit for everything.

She rolls her eyes and after that looks at me with a smile. Then she looks like she remembers something. 'Talking about wearing, your closet is a mess! You should definitely clean it out!' she says. I agree and after finishing our food Meredith helps me clean out my closet. She forces me to put on half of the clothes she finds. Most of them look ridiculous. Why do I even have some of these? We come to the conclusion that I can donate a lot of clothes because I barely wear them or they don't fit anymore. I literally don't wear 75% of the clothes I own.

After we are done cleaning out my closet, Meredith's phone starts to ring. It's Adi. She tells me they are going to meet right now. I give her a big hug and wish her much fun. And then I am alone again. I get dressed and head downstairs. I grab a good book and a glass of water to sit down on the couch and just read. 

I must have fallen asleep because I wake up when I hear someone knocking on the window. I get up, rub my eyes and open the door for the mystery person. It's Tal. In that moment I realize I probably don't look that good and I sort of get nervous. I don't have a single reason to be nervous, but I still am. Tal smiles when he sees me. 'You look good', he says. Okay, I wasn't expecting that. I blush. 

I walk a step in his direction and give him a hug. He wraps his arms around me as well. How does he manage to always smell that good? He needs to learn me that. I probably smell as good as I look, which isn't the best right now.

'So, why did you interrupt my nap?' I ask him, fake mad. We are standing inside the house now. 'Well, I wanted to ask you to come to the beach with me. Like as a date. So I suggest that you'd put on your swimsuit', he says full confidence. I just stand there. Apparently, my mouth is opened because I feel a finger beneath my chin closing my mouth for me. 

'Well, I wasn't expecting that', I say honestly. 'I'm putting some beach clothes, I'll be right back.' I run upstairs. Halfway up I stop. 'Wait, is this a throwback to our first 'date' in the summer two years ago?' I ask, air-quoting the word date. 'Maybe', is the only answer I get from him. 

I smile, shake my head and then run upstairs to pick a beach-worthy outfit. I decide to go with a cute romper I found while cleaning my closet with my favorite bikini underneath. I look at myself in the mirror and notice my outfit, which doesn't look that bad, but the thing that stands out the most is the huge smile on my face.

'Are we there yet?' 'No, not yet. You asked me like ten minutes ago!' He says it with a smile on his face, though. And his voice doesn't have a mad tone to it. 'And now?' 'You are very annoying, did you know that?' 'You still like me', I say and he grins at me while making eye contact. After a few seconds, he looks back at the road, though. I know he's driving but still, I wish he'd stare at me for longer. When we are not in the car, I mean. Wouldn't want us to get into an accident.

After we finally found a parking spot I jump out of the car. My legs nearly fail on me but just in time, I manage to grab the car door and keep myself up. I hear laughter coming from the other side of the car. I squint my eyes at Tal. 'At least I'm excited!' I say and I pout. He walks up to me and I feel like my legs are strong enough to let go of the car so I do so. 

However, the closer Tal comes, the more they start to wobble again. I look into his eyes. They're prettier than the sea for sure, and I haven't even seen the sea yet. I just know they are. 'Shall we?' he asks. I smile at him and he grabs my hand. I panic slightly because well. He. Is. Freaking. Holding. My. Hand. 

His hand is a bit bigger than mine and warm. He uses his other hand to grab the towels, which he hands to me. Then he closes and locks the car before we start walking towards the beach. 

Hopefully, his hand will give me enough strength to stay upright. And hopefully, my legs won't fail me right now.

They don't, sort of. Well, not sort of. They did fail me once. I stepped down the stairs that lead to the sand and tripped and nearly landed face-first into the sand. But Tal used his other hand to grab my waist, so I didn't. I need to learn myself to not blush every two seconds. Which is hard with Tal around, since he is so adorable and I don't want to ruin my chances with him.

Those were some deep thoughts. I lay my towel down and place my stuff next to it. Which equals my sandals. I didn't take my phone because it's not smart with the sand. The sand will probably ruin my phone. So I just didn't take the risk. What would I be using it for anyway?

I'm so deep into my thoughts that when I snap out of it, Tal is looking concerned. 'Are you ok?' he asks. I smile. He's genuinely concerned. 'Yeah, I'm fine, just lost in thoughts.' He smiles back. Then he sits down next to me. 

We just stare at the water for a while. Then I realize I'm still wearing my romper and it's going to give terrible tan lines. 'I'm going to go swimming, are you coming?' I ask him. Going swimming is a better excuse than needing to tan and not wanting bad tan lines. I want to swim as well, so it doesn't really matter.

'Sure', he replies. He starts taking off his shirt. Don't look at his stomach, Julia. Don't do it. I tear my eyes away from him and stand up. Then I step out of my romper and place it next to my sandals. 'Race me!'