Georgia's POV
"...lets go to the boat dock." Robbie lets me with his outreached hand. I took it, and he gently pulled me up. We threw away our food wrappers and set out to the deserted boat docks.
"I see you explored a bit." I tell Robbie. He is new here.
"I suppose I have." He tells me. He then says. "I've been here only a week and I already know that my favorite place is by the boats." He tells me.
"They are a bit whimzikle (AN: WOW, the spelling is off, but you get the point...)" I tell him. He looks at me.
"The boats." I say quickly. Robbie smiles and nods. I really like his little smile-smirk. It suits him well, and probably gets him a ton of girls. Seriously.
"So what year are you in love?" Robbie asks me.
"Tenth." I answer. "What year are you in?"
"Eleventh." He answers me. I knew he was older, and I must say, it did get me excited. I was walking around with the SEX GOD!!! How could you not be excited?
"I'll race you to that awfully colored green boat." Robbie says. I smile, and run as fast as I can as he yells go.
No one wins and he both end up huffing and puffing, as we clutch the side of the green boat. We hear an old man scream at up for touching his beautiful Spinach, yes, that's the name of his boat, and Robbie and I run off laughing with each other.
We stop by this little beach area. It's pretty pathetic condisering there is a storm coming, and the water and the sky are a sad shade of grey. I stare out into the sad excude for a beautiful landscape as Robbie walks off a little farther than me. He returns within a minute.
"Georgia." He tells me. I turn to face him.
"Give me you hand." He tells me. I look at him questioningly.
"Just give me your hand." He says again. His eyes glistening, and his lips streching into his infamous smirk. I give him my hand.
"Now close your eyes." He says. I unwillingly oblige. If he is going to kiss me I might roundhouse kick him. Don't get me wrong. I want him to kiss me, except I haven't had a first kiss. I don't want his probably experienced lips kissing mine. I don't know what to do.
Then I feel Robbie open my palm and he places something into it.
I open my eyes and laugh when I see what it is. It's a little crab that is moving around in my hand. Robbie holds out his hand and I see that he has one in his hand as well.
"We should call them Bonnie and Clyde." He tells me. I nod in agreement.
"Definetely." I say.
"Can we keep them?" Robbie immitates a child's impecible whine. I chuckle and nod my head.
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Next morning.......
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Robbie's POV
I wake up to the sun shining brightely (and oh so annoyingly) into my bed room. It's full of unpacked boxes, and rock band posters hanging on the walls. I throw off my blanket, and stretch my arms up. I walk over to a little tank where I see Clyde crawling around. Yes, Georgia and I kept the little crabs we found onthe beach yesterday. She took Bonnie, and as you've heard, I took Clyde.
"Hello there little fella." I say and give him some crab food that I picked up at the pet store last night.
I open my bathroom and get ready for school. I then walk into my bedroom, put on my school uniform, grab my canvas bag, sling it over my shoulder, and make my way out of the house. I make a mental note to myself that I have practice with my band today, the Stiff Dylans.
I walk the few kilometers to my school and enter through the massive gates. Georgia is a beautiful girl, who is sweet and kind, and so entertaining! I mean, yesterday when we were walking home from the pet shop, she stopped in the middle of the street to do a cartwheel, then she walked up to an elderly couple and started singing Isn't She Lovely.
I like her. But as a friend. No, a best friend.
All of my thoughts were stopped as my girlfriend of five days greets me with a sloppy kiss.
"Hey Lindsey." Is all I can say.
