Tracks on the Beach

I'm Yours Forever, Hold Me

Ariella panics and thinks of a solution fast.

"Hey girl, if we dart through the woods they'll never see us," she suggests to Breeze who is trying to see if Gauge and Cash have seen them.

"No," Breeze says in a whisper, "we are young women, Ariella. We must own up to what we do and I really, really want to talk to Gauge again. He has such a way with words.

"We know someone is back there," Cash calls out. A few moments pass before Breeze emerges from the path and into Gauge's front yard.

"Hi," she calls out with a small wave, then turns to Gauge with a love struck voice and says, "it's just us."

"Us?" Cash asks confused, but then Ariella steps out from the path too.

"Hey," she waves similarly to the way Breeze did.

"Oh, it's you," Cash replies upon seeing, prompting Ariella to sneer at him.

"We were just going on a walk, and I had no idea that you lived here," Breeze lies.

"Maybe you didn't, but she did," Cash refers to Ariella, "what are you, like a stalker?"

"What are you?" Ariella asks, obviously struggling for a comeback. Breeze knew Ariella would never be quick on her feet because she was just the girl next door. "A peeping Tom?" Ariella finishes the insult, but knows it didn't make a lot of sense. Gauge grunts.

"Are you sure?" Cash asks him. Gauge grunts again. Breeze gives a small gasp of excitement as she can't believe that the man of her dreams just asked to speak alone with her.

"If that's what you really want," Cash says with some skepticism in his voice. He turns back to Ariella. "Do you want to go on a walk?" he asks her. Breeze makes a little squeal of excitement for Ariella. This was working out perfectly. Ariella would go off with Cash and she'd be alone with Gauge, just as it was always meant to be.

"If by walk you mean within earshot of this conversation, then yes," she answers with a smile.

"Come on, " Cash takes Ariella's arm, "we'll be on the beach." Ariella looks back and wishes Breeze good luck by mouthing it before she and Cash have vanished into the woods.

"Thank you," Breeze says bashfully, looking down at the ground as she kicks a rock, then back up to Gauge's face, which makes her blush, "I've been thinking about the other night." Gauge grunts. "I know," Breeze replies, "but still, you're the only person who I've met in this place that really understands me." Gauge grunts again tightens something on the motorbike. "Ariella told me about the bike," Breeze says, standing awkwardly, "I'm sorry about the friend. Gauge grunts again. "I know," Breeze agrees with him, "rain is stupid. I wish it would never rain again." Gauge sighs and then stands back up, looking at her. He stares into her eyes and she stares into his, then there is awkward moment where neither of them say anything. Breeze bites her lower lip.

"I had so much fun with you at the party," Breeze tells her, as she begins to sway from side to side in place.

"Yes," Gauge replies, softly. Breeze gasps at hearing his voice.

"Gauge, your voice," she beams.

"You're different," he says in a low tone, "I can . . .I can be myself around you."

"It's because we understand each other and we're the only ones that do," Breeze replies, "no one else. No one can ever understand us they we do."

"Things are . . .hard," gauge whines in his low tone.

"Life is hard," Breeze whines.

"My life is hard," Gauge continues to whine.

"Living in Coastal Beachton is hard," Breeze whines. At the moment, Gauge suddenly pulls her into his arms. Breeze's heart flutters at his touch and being so close to his face. She can smell his body odor, which is not the greatest, probably because he has been working on the motorbike . . . for a few days, she assumes.