6: skipping rocks

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AN: sorry I've been dead lol I will update more!!

"Bailey?" It must've been only 6am when I heard the clanking of dishes.

"Faye, do you like chocolate chip pancakes?" Bailey called from the kitchen. I nearly gasped and instantly rose up.

"They're only my favorite breakfast ever!!" I walked into the kitchen to see her already in the process of making pancakes. "Oh my Faye, they look so good! Bailey, you're literally the best."

"Did you just say 'oh my Faye?'"

"I mean if I was god I'd probably get annoyed of people constantly saying my name, so I'm saying my own instead. Maybe when I get annoyed of saying my name, I'll say yours." I said with a smirk.

"That's um...interesting?" Bailey snorted,"So what's your plan for today?"

"Wellll I was wondering, maybe you could teach me how to skip rocks? Like you said you would?" I gave her a cute pleading look.

"Sounds like fun," she lifted the pancakes on to a big plate, "orange juice or milk?"

"Orange juice. Thank you Bailey." We grabbed ourselves two pancakes and sat at the table. After taking a few bites of the deliciously amazing breakfast, I stopped to look at her for a few moments.

"Is there something on my face?" Bailey asked with a smile.

"Yep, it's called beauty."

"Wow I didn't know you were so funny!" We laughed and then I took another bite.

"I'm serious though," I mentioned a couple minutes later. She smiled and turned a cute shade of pink.

We spent the rest of the morning curled up on the couch, sharing a blanket, and sipping hot chocolate. The first thing we found were some reruns of How I Met Your Mother.

"So, is it rock skipping time?" Bailey asked.

"I believe it is."

"Then we shall go."

"We shall," she grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door.

We stood next to the river and looked around for flat rocks.

"Does this one work?" I picked up a medium sized flat rock and showed it to Bailey.

"Perfect. Okay so watch. Put your index finger along the side of the rock and bend your wrist all the way back. Like you're throwing an underhand ball. But when you throw it, it's more of a," she paused as she threw the rock, making it skip 3 times before it sunk, "flick. Your turn!"

I grabbed another rock and tried to throw it like a frisbee before Bailey stopped me.

"No no no, watch." Bailey grabbed my hand and placed the rock in the right position. She then guided my body into the right placing. She brought my hand back with hers and helped me fling it forward. The rock skipped twice.

"I did it!! Yes yes yes!"

"Now try on your own." I tried again without her help. I placed myself how she showed me and then looked at her for reassurance. She nodded. I flung my wrist and the rock skipped across the water twice.

"Yes!! Thank you! Where's another rock?"

"Right there," she pointed to a rock under the water. I leaned down to pick it up as I felt a push and fell into freezing water.

"BAILEY!!" I rose up from the water glaring at her, "you're so lucky my phone isn't in my pocket. Help me up meanie."  I reached my hand up for her to grab. As she tried to help me up, I pulled her down with me.

She rose up from the water laughing, her brown hair completely soaked.

"I can't believe I didn't see that coming." She smiled wide and I noticed how close she was to me. I peered into her brown eyes closely. My heart beat was jumping.

"I can't believe it either." I smiled back and closed the space between us so that our lips were almost touching. Our hands were still linked.

Next to the rocks a phone started beeping loudly. Bailey moved back a little and reached for her phone.

"Oui?"
"Vraiment?!" 
"Je suis en chemin!" She hung up the phone and looked at me eagerly.
"Someone wants to buy my one of my paintings!"

"That's great Bailey!" 

"Come on!" She lifted herself up and then pulled me up.

"Thanks for teaching me how to skip rocks," I said.

"Of course," she smiled.

"Wait are you going to go meet this buyer when you're soaking wet?"

"Oh crap I totally forgot," she laughed, "oh well."

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