The wind was blowing my hair. Whipping it around as I sat on the beach, weaving my hands in and out of the sand. It was 2:18pm. and Chris wasn't here yet. "Excuse me miss, you don't happen to know where I can find a girl around the age of 17 with these bright blue eyes, do you.?" WHat the heck.? "I'm sorry, sir-" I start to say while twisting around, "I don--Chris.! I had no idea it was you." He laughs at me as he plops down next to me. He replies "Sorry I was late, baseball practice ended late, so I hurried home to shower.!" "Groooosss.! I thought I smelled something funky.!" I joked. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. And we stared at each other for a couple seconds, until he looked away and then i sadly did the same. "Are you hungry.? I didn't have time to eat anything on the way over." he asked. "Uh, yah, sure. I could eat something." Ireplied, And as we stand, wiping the sand off us i remember something. "Hey Chris.?" I say. "Yah.?" He responds. "I'm only 16, not 17." I grin as I playfully kick up sand at him. And he laughs and thows some at me. And soon we forgot about getting any food cause we're too busy having a sand war.
