The Boxer And The Dancer (Michael B. Jordan)

Chapter 16

•Michael•

We Finished Setting Up Our Little Spot And Drea Took Off Her Cover Up, Which Barely Covered Much Of Anything. Guys All Around Couldn't Take Their Eyes Off Of Her, Including Justin. He Noticed That I Saw Him Staring And He Looked Away.

"Come On Sour Puss, Stop Making That Face And Get In The Water With Me." Drea Said Sticking Her Hand Out.

I Took Her Hand And We Walked Up To The Water Letting It Splash Over Our Feet.

"Oh My God That's Cold!" She Yelled Jumping Back.

I Still Had Her Hand In Mine So I Pulled Her Back Towards The Water.

"Awe Nah, You Getting In The Water This Was Your Idea."

"No, Michael Wait-"

I Picked Her Up Bridal Style, Walking Until The Water Was Waist High And Then Dropped Her In. She Stood Up, Wiping Her Face.

"Fucking Ass!"

She Jumped On My Back, Wrestling Me Down Into The Water. As Soon As We Stood Up We Started Splashing Each Other.

"Okay Okay I Quit." Drea Yelled.

I Couldn't Even Control My Laughter. She Walked Over To Me And Pushed Me, Making Me Fall Back Into The Water Again.

"Petty." I Said, Standing Up.

"Oh Trust, You Haven't Met My Petty Side Yet." She Said Laying Back And Floating.

I Stepped Up To Her.

"Don't You Even." She Started.

"I Wasn't Even Going To."

"Yes You Were, I Saw That Look On Your Face. You Push Me Down And I Will Murder You."

"Swim Out With Me."

"Okay."

We Both Swam Out Further In The Water. The Further We Swam, The More It Seemed Like We Were Alone, Even With All Of The People That Were At The Beach Too. I Pulled Her Close To Me. It Was Quiet.

"So About This Whole Writing Music Thing." I Started.

"Oh God, Please Don't."

"So Can You Sing."

"Im Mediocre."

"I Wanna Hear You."

"Hell No. I Can Dance For You All You Want Me To But Hearing Me Sing? That's Dead."

I Smacked My Lips. "Why?"

"I'm More Insecure About My Singing. I Write Music But No One Has Ever Heard It. Not Even My Friends. Plus My Music Is Super Personal."

"How Come Your Friends Haven't Heard Any Of It."

"They Wouldn't Understand. I Mean They Would But....All My Friends We've All Been Through Some Pretty Tough Shit. We All At Some Point Were Diagnosed With Depression, That's Why We Stick Together But Sometimes I Feel Like They Still Just Wouldn't Understand. It's Hard To Explain."

"No I Get It. Well My Friends Aren't The Same As Yours But I Know That Feeling Of Feeling Like They Just Wouldn't Understand."

"From The Moment I Could Even Hum A Tune, Music Was My Life, I Would Sing Everywhere I Went. I Didn't Talk, I Sung My Sentences. It Got To The Point Where Everyone Would Just Tell Me To Shut Up. After A While, I Did And I Just Stopped Singing Around People."

"Maybe One Day You Can Sing For Me."

"I Don't Know, We'll Have To See About That."

Soon We Got Out The Water And Went To Get A Couple Snacks Out Of My Bag. We Saw Naomi And Justin Walking Back Towards Us.