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i'm half asleep (i've been awake for 20 hours) and i'm about to go to bed (i mean its 5pm but fuck it) so if u spot any mistakes.. promise i'll edit them out in the morning. i am just too shattered to do it now. enjoy the (i know extremely short but promise the coming ones are bloody fab) chapter and au revoir. x

The water was still warm but the sun had set, leaving us alone under the bright moon. The springs were quiet, presumably because of the lack of people. The only noises were our voices and the inconsistent 'swishes' of water as we moved about, floating in the water.

"We should head back." I said, glancing at the blonde Swede. His hair was utterly soaked through, as was the rest of his body. The Grecian air was still warm so, thankfully, we would dry off quite quickly.

Bill frowned in response, shaking his head. "Why?" He asked. "We have all the time in the world.." He trailed off, a small smirk edging onto his face. I shook my head.

"Do you even know what time it is?" I chuckled. Bill dismissed my comment, though we both knew he had no clue as to what the answer was.

"Why would I need to?" He spoke. "You need to be more spontaneous."

"Oh, the rule of my life." I muttered, rolling my eyes. The word had been used that much in recent weeks that it was beginning to set my teeth on edge at the mere mention of it.

"Nancy." Bill uttered my name, clearly hoping to prompt me to elaborate on my comment.

"It's nothing," I said. "But I'm never going to be as spontaneous as you, Bill. Not as much as you want me to be."

"You could try." He winked, continuing to make light of the situation. His jests weren't well received.

"Haven't I?" I snapped. Bill's expression hardened and I'd clearly hurt him, though there wasn't a trace of it in his stone cold glare. "I'm sorry. I think I'm just a little homesick." I admitted. I couldn't quite get over the guilty feeling swishing in my stomach, that I'd abandoned my friends and ran off with a boy.

"There's nothing wrong with being homesick, Nancy." Bill reassured me, giving me a soft smile. I scoffed in response, not believing his words.

"Says the man who hasn't been home in months." I said. Bill frowned, sighing, at an end with my words.

"You always have to be right, don't you?" He spoke up with a harsh, stern tone. I was somewhat taken aback, not expecting such a sudden, harsh snap to come out of him.

"Excuse me?" My head moved a little forward and I felt my lips part.

"You know what I mean, Nancy." Bill said. I choked on my words, not wanting to further the argument but, at the time, not wanting to be walked all over in order to avoid angering him further.

"No, I don't." I hissed, a malevolent undertone in my voice.

He paused, eyeing me. He was unsure what to say, that much was clear. "We should go."

I remained silent and nodded. I felt somewhat defeated, though it was much against my will. Our first argument. It was over something so little, the small snapping at each other as if we were enemies. Despite all the time we'd spent together, we'd yet to get on each others nerves. Unfortunately that had now changed.

I stomped below deck and threw myself at the bed, letting out a long, tired groan. I was utterly exhausted. The question that arose within me was whether to speak with Bill or whether to sleep, as if I had a choice. I clearly didn't; my body intervened and before I realised it, the humming boat had rocked me off into a dreamy, dark sleep.

When I woke, I found Bill lying next to me. He wasn't asleep, his eyes were wide open and he was staring at the ceiling with an undecipherable expression. I shifted in the bed and put an arm over him, alerting him to the fact I was awake. He turned his head and looked at me, still frowning.

"I'm sorry about earlier." I spoke, somewhat groggy from the sleep. Bill nodded, acknowledging it.

"You haven't got anything to be sorry for. I just.." He couldn't find the words to describe it. I took it upon myself to speak, allowing him to avoid further embarrassment through his silence.

"Let's just move past it. It's all water under the bridge, Bill. It was only one, teeny argument after all." I chuckled, tracing my finger along his ever-growing stubble. He was utterly silent. Bill snatched my hand from his chin and put it to his lips, avoiding eye contact.

"You've made me think." He muttered, playing with my fingers.

"About what?" I asked, shifting up somewhat. He didn't respond, prompting me to speak. "Bill. You can tell me."

"Did I make you do this?" He asked, a look of guilt awash over his beautiful face. His lips were turned down and his eyebrows furrowed. Bill was filled with thought.

"Do what?" I replied. I was unnerved by his expression; I'd never seen it before.

"Coming away with me." Bill spoke. "Do you regret it?"

"Bill!" I exclaimed, taking my hand away from his grasp.

"Do you?" He repeated, more fervent this time.

"Don't you think I would've told you if I did?" I tried to reassure him the best way I could. "Bill, I love you. When are you going get it into your head that I'd do anything for you?"

Bill smiled softly, though I could sense the mischievous thoughts I had sparked. "Anything?"

"Anything." I repeated.

"Kiss me." He spoke, grinning. I chuckled,

"I can hardly resist."

And so, I did. I felt better knowing that we had talked about it, though I didn't doubt we'd have explosive arguments in the future. We were both extremely hotheaded, which wasn't helped by my flaming temper. Bill claims my temper matched my hair, a useless but cute analogy on his behalf.

"Are you excited for Christmas?" I asked Bill, trying to observe his reaction as much as possible. His expression often betrayed his true emotions.

"It'll be.. interesting." Bill admitted, scooting around my questions. He knew his answer was unfulfilling and unspecific but I wouldn't push it further. If he didn't want to elaborate on it, that was his choice.

"Everyone will love you." I reassured him. Bill had a small chuckle to himself, shaking his head.

"The only person I want to love me," He said, placing a small kiss on my forehead. "Is you."

"You're such a melt." I giggled. "I'm glad we're sorted now, Bill."

"Well, we couldn't have avoided each other. We're on a boat." Bill teased. I beamed somewhat at the positivity surrounding us.

"I mean it." I spoke, glancing up at him. "I do love you, Bill. I haven't known you that long but I feel as if we've been together years."

"It's odd, isn't it?" He spoke, looking up at the wooden ceiling above us.

"What is?"

"How things work out." Bill, when he wanted to be, could be quite the philosopher.

"Are you glad they worked out this way?"

"Overjoyed. My fragile heart couldn't have took another rejection."

"Oh, please." I scoffed. "No woman in their right mind would reject you."

"You did." He spoke, teasing me.

"And after some deliberation I changed my mind!" I declared. "It like it was so long ago."

"That's why we have to make the most of our time, Nancy. Spend everyday as if it were your last."

"Together?"

"Together."