#64 Summertime

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#64 Summertime



Ashton:
Beaches were never really your thing, even during the summer. You were the kind of girl who preferred to stay at home and watch movies, shoving tons of ice into your mouth to keep yourself cold and refreshed. You really weren't a fan of the outside world, but sometimes, it was okay for you to go out and actually socialise for once. You would make exceptions to go out if it involved your boyfriend - Ashton, and today, he invited you out to the beach with his three best mates. One hot boy was enough, but if it was with three other hot guys, who would refuse going to the beach?

Your boyfriend pulled you down onto the sand, a huge smile plastered on his now bronze skin. You've been on the beach for about two hours now, all you've done is chill underneath the shade with Michael, who has been playing on his PSP.

Luke, Calum and Ashton decided to go swimming, and Ashton became this bronze coloured man after being under the sun for such a long time. Luke and Calum were still playing in the water, and were now giving each other piggyback rides. He took a small plastic shovel and bucket from his duffel bag, handing the bucket over to you. You raised your eyebrows at him, knowing what he wanted you to do with that.

"Let's make a sandcastle!" you have made sandcastles before, but you weren't actually good at it at all, and you hoped that Ashton at least knew how to make them. For the next thirty minutes, the two of you tried to at least make a small one, moulding the wet sand into something that looked like castle walls. You weren't really making that much progress, Michael was already laughing at how stupid you two looked - you two were grown teenagers who failed at making sandcastles. You nudged Ashton, frowning as you placed the bucket on the sand.

"I don't think this is working out," you pointed to the small mountain of sand you've created in the past thirty minutes, tilting your head.

"Yes it is, we made a sand mountain instead of a sand castle! That is heaps better," he giggled, leaning forward until your noses touched.

"I don't really care if this sandcastle was shit, I just cared about spending time with you," he pecked your lips with a high pitched giggle, which made Michael let out a few gagging noises from behind you. But you didn't really mind him, you were too caught up in Ashton's eyes to even care about everything else around you.

Michael:
You took a deep breath, trying to get your heartbeat to calm down. You leaned against the wall, your eyes shutting as you tried to listen to the sound of his footsteps but didn't pick up any. You pushed yourself all the wall and rounded the corner, cautiously looking around the room to find signs of the blonde haired boy you were trying to find, and hide from at the same time. Your breathing hitched when you swore you heard sounds coming from behind you, so you whipped around to see if it was Michael, but there was nothing. You had to stop being so paranoid, every little sound made you think that it was Michael. You continued your search, deciding to head outside to find the blonde boy who had started all of this. You clutched your weapon close to your chest, ready to fire at anytime when you found the familiar balding head of blonde hair.

Hey, it wasn't your fault if your boyfriend was balding - you had warned him to go easy on the hair dye. You peeked your head out from the back door, scanning the area to see if Michael had been here, or if he was here at all. The coast was clear, so you silently made your way into your backyard, cautiously making your way outside.

"Got you!" you heard a sudden male voice shout from behind you, so you immediately ducked out of the way in time to avoid Michael's shot.

"Dammit!" he cursed, aiming his water gun at you as you did the same with him. You two were half naked in your back yard now, your water guns aimed at each other as you two walked in a circle. A smirk grew on your lips, running your free hand through your hair while keeping your finger on the trigger.

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