[ NOTE: Reader-chan is 12 in this, like Sealand! Little kid puppy love! ]
You sat on the beach just staring out into the water. You loved the beach; it was so peaceful and beautiful. You closed your eyes and smiled as you listened to sounds that drifted to you. Your parents were both artist and writers, and they usually had to drag you along on long trips up to their home in the middle of nowhere. They said it gave them inspiration. Well the only thing it gave you was boredom and loses of friends. At least you had the beach to look forward too, not that anyone ever came here.
You sighed and opened your eyes to continue starring into the blue water, but instead your (e/c) eyes met a pair of pretty blue ones. "Hello!" The boy said as he was just inches from your face. "Ahhh!" You shrieked after the initial shock had past. "Who are you?" You demanded and leaned back to get a look at the boy's face. He was very cute, and looked about your age. His eyes were a light blue color that reminded you of the ocean you were just staring at. He also had these somewhat large eyebrows, they weren't two big but they were a bit more noticeable. This hair was a pretty blonde color as well. As you glance over him he appears to be wearing a white sailor shirt with a blue collar, a matching hat, and blue capri pants, as well as white knee-high socks and black Mary Jane shoes. 'How strange.' You think to yourself.
"I'm Peter! Peter Kirkland!" He said with a large smile on his face. You smile happy to finally know someone the same age as you here. "I'm (full name)." You reply to him happily. "Nice name, (f/n)." He says. You just smile, and blush slightly. "Thanks….. I really like your eyes…. They are such a pretty blue." You admitted. Blue was always your favorite color, especially when it reminded you of the sea. "Thanks, they were green when I was younger. I'm just glad that they changed, I would have hated to look like that jerk England." He said thankful for that at least. You let out a small laugh at his small outburst. Peter looked at you and smiled. "Y-you have a nice laugh…." He said a faint blush growing on his cheeks. "S-say…. Would you like to walk with me…. On the beach you know?" He asked cheerful and hopefully. You think for a moment and smile. "I'd love to." You say happily. Peter's smiled brighten even more. "Great!" He said and offered you his hand to help you stand up.
You accepted and stood up, only Peter didn't let go of your hand and you didn't let his go either. Instead the two of you turned and walked hand in hand down the beach, starring out into the ocean and a little at each other.
