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10 // Footprints On The Beach

I opened my eyes.

It took me a moment to register where I was.

I turned slightly.

Enoch was sitting beside me, eyes closed. In his hands, lay his voodoo doll.

I sat up, brushing sand from my clothes and hair.

I brought my face close to Enoch's, before I poked his cheek softly. He grunted, and turned his face to the side.

"Enoch!" I hissed.

Enoch's eyes flew open, and he seemed lost for a moment.

"What?" He asked groggily, rubbing his face.

I huffed, "The sand won't come off my hair."

"Who asked you to sleep on the sand?" Enoch grumbled, gathering his doll and tools.

I gaped at him, "Was I supposed to lie on you, then?"

Enoch shot me a look.

I stood up, and walked out of the cave.

Outside, it was still bright. I must've slept for an hour or so.

I stomped over to the ocean, where the waves gently lapped. I rolled my jeans up to my calves, and waddled into the cold water. I bent down, scooping sea water to wash the sand out of my hair. I couldn't stand to have sand in my hair, but sea water was fine. I'll just wash it off when I get home.

"You're so strange." I heard Enoch comment from behind me.

I caught a hint of his cockney accent and smiled to myself.

I turned to reply, but I stopped.

Enoch was looking at me with a strange expression.

I watched him warily. Something was definitely off.

After a few moments of us just staring at one another, a small smile slowly grew on Enoch's features.

My eyes widened.

Oh, shit.

Just as the words flitted across my mind, Enoch took a huge stride towards me, and pushed me backwards.

I tumbled.

Into sea water.

I could vaguely hear laughter as Enoch started running back to shore, but I was too busy spluttering and flailing my arms about to yell at him. Thank God the water was shallow. I couldn't swim.

I got to my feet, livid. But I didn't say anything. For Enoch's back was turned to me, as he waddled back to the beach.

I made my way towards him as quick as I could. When I was within a feet or two from him, I scooped up water, and threw it at him.

Enoch let out a startled noise, drenched from head to toe.

"Ha!" I cheered victoriously, before I broke out into a fit of giggles as Enoch turned back to me, furious. "Serves you right!"

I momentarily let out a small "Oh, shit", when Enoch came barrelling towards me. I tried to get out of the way as fast as I could, but Enoch was pissed, and anger drove people.

He tackled me to the water, and I kicked him. Thankfully for him, I hit him right in the thigh, nowhere else. Enoch let out a groan, backing away from me.

"You're the Devil." Enoch grinded out, splashing me with sea water. I swear I ingested some. I coughed viciously, to Enoch's amusement.

I sent a tiny wave of water back at Enoch, which made him stumble and fall under the water.

I let out a whoop, running to shore.

Behind, Enoch chased after me.

I've never had this much fun, honestly. I mean, there was this one time in school when I had threw a paper ball at this teacher and blamed it on Jake, but it didn't compare.

This was different.

For the first time in my life, I was actually living.

I was brought out of my thoughts as Enoch caught up with me, grabbing me by my waist. Which naturally made me stumble, of course, and sent both Enoch and I to the ground.

I blinked in amusement as I realised how awfully cliche this scene had played out.

Enoch was hovering above me, annoyance still evident in his expression. This boy was always moody.

Before Enoch could pull away from me, I reached up and landed a small kiss on his lips.

Then I rolled out from under him, standing up.

"Great, now I've got wet sand in my hair." I sighed, shaking my hair out.

Enoch got up as well, dazed.

"Come on, let's go back." I told him, before he nodded and we started our way back.

"That was a kiss, by the way," I said to Enoch, grinning. "I mean, in case you didn't know."

Enoch gave me a look, "Of course I know that."

"Well, have you been kissed before? You're acting like you've never even seen a girl before." I teased.

Enoch kept quiet, glaring at his shoes.

I gasped, "You haven't, have you?"

His silence was all I needed to confirm the answer.

I let out a laugh.

"The great Enoch O'Connor, never been kissed before. Do you know how hilarious that is to me?" I asked, intrigued. I found it amazing, really.

"Well, what about you?" Enoch grumbled bitterly under his breath.

I heard it.

"Oh, I have been kissed before, actually," I told him cheerily, feigning innocence. "It was amazing."

Enoch narrowed his eyes at me. "Amazing." He enunciated dryly.

I grinned, "Yeah, it was with Jake."

The look on Enoch's face alone was enough to send me laughing so hard, it made my sides ache.

"Goodness, Enoch," I gasped. "You're jealous as hell."

Enoch muttered something under his breath.

I held out my hand expectantly.

Enoch stared at my outstretched hand, not reacting.

I rolled my eyes, "You're supposed to hold it."

Enoch frowned.

On normal circumstances, I would never have been so bold, but Enoch was a boy stuck in 1943. I mean, what could go wrong? Worst case scenario, he rejects me, I run out of the loop in utter humiliation, and live my life in 2016.

Enoch slowly intertwined his fingers with mine.

It felt nice.

I carefully descended a rocky slope, with Enoch supporting me.

When we were both down, I pulled my hand out of his.

"Thanks for that." I told him cheekily, patting him on the shoulder.

For a fleeting moment, I swear I saw his face fall.

"Oh." He mumbled, stuffing his hands into his trousers' pockets.

I let out a melodramatic gasp. "You thought I was going to hold your hand the whole way back?" I questioned, feigning surprise.

Enoch shot me a heated look.

I chuckled. I loved messing with him. He was so different from the boys back in 2016.

"I'm just kidding, Enoch." I laughed, and stretched out my hand for him to hold again.

Enoch narrowed his eyes at me, before he walked off.

I pouted at his pettiness, and ran after him.