Twelve Boyfriends

Chapter 5

We walk down the path, Brady leading, and me close behind. I'm wearing workout clothes: Lulu lemon yoga shorts, a top that matches them, and neon orange tennis shoes. My skin is very tan, and my greenish-blue eyes match my brunette hair.

Brady slows his pace, and is now walking right next to me, our slow steps in unison.

"Your accent is cute." Brady grinned. I almost tripped.

"I don't have an accent."

"Yeah, you do. And you know it, too. Most people wouldn't notice it because it's so little, but I did. I like it."

"Thank you." I smile. I don't want to, but I can't help it. He's so sweet.

"Close your eyes." He says, turning to face me.

"Why?"

"Just do it."

"Okay. But if you're about to push me off a cliff, just know that I have a very good lawyer."

He laughs, shaking his head, and I close my eyes.

He presses his hands against my back, and slowly pushes me forward. "Watch your step." He lets go, and his hand slowly grazes my arm on it's way back down to it's hanging position. A shiver runs through my body. But it feels good. "Open."

I open my eyes, and my jaw drops. A beautiful waterfall about 15-20 feet tall stands in front of me. behind the waterfall lies a large curve in the rock, like a little cave. Underneath the waterfall lies, of course, some kind of pool/lake/beach thing. The water looks crystal clear, and it shines in my eyes.

"Oh my god.... It's beautiful."

We sit down on the cliff edge, (it's only like 5-6 feet above the water) and eat the sandwiches I packed. We talk for a long while, about lots of stuff. (I'm saying stuff because we talked for like, two hours, and I don't feel like typing it all)

"Did you make this sandwich?" he asks.

"Ya, why?"

"It's amazing."

"Thanks," I say, smiling down at my own sandwich. "

We both stare at the waterfall.

"It's just so beautiful."

"I know. I come here whenever I want to get away." His eyebrows curve in, and he looks down.

"..Why did you want to get away?"

"I live in a house with four brothers. If i hadn't found this place when i did, I might have ended up throwing myself off a cliff. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but babysitting the two seven year olds makes me want to bang my head up against a wall."

I laugh.

"Come on." He takes my hand, and I let him, because otherwise I wouldn't know where I'm going.

Suddenly, my foot hits a rock, and I stumble into him, my hands and face plummeting into his chest. I look up at him, staying there for a moment. The smell of his body makes me want to curl up to him and fall fast asleep. And then I spring off of him, realizing how I must look. I rub the back of my neck, feeling like a fool. "Uh, sorry." He only smiles. Why does he smile so much? My feelings tug at my heart.

"Empty your pockets." I say as i shrug off my backpack, pulling out my bikini swimsuit. It's pink with fringe, and it suits my skin tone. My bra size is kinda big, but not too big; about a 36B. (Just thought I should mention that)

He looks at me for a moment, smiles, and then begins emptying his pockets. I take his stuff and put it in my backpack, zipping it closed.

He starts pulling down his pants and I quickly look away, covering my eyes.

"WOAH WOAH WOA-"

"RELAX. Did you think I was just going to take off my pants right here? I'm wearing a swimsuit."

My eyes half squinted, I slowly turn around. I exhale. "Oh."

He laughs. Yeah."

"Okay, so... Where should I change?"

He looks at me, and for a moment, I feels vulnurable, but the feeling quickly goes away.

He clears his throat. "Um, you can change in the cave behind the waterfall. I promise I won't look."

"You better not. Because like I said before, I-"

"I know, I know. You have a good lawyer." He laughs, and I go to change.