Anonymous| lrh

18| "Get in loser, we're going around the block,"

"This is nothing like your movie," Luke said to me after a few minutes into parking.

He wasn't wrong, some low budget horror film was playing on the large screen in front of us and the kids in the car next to us were smoking a lot of weed. Definitely not Grease vibes.

"I know," I mumbled popping another candy into my mouth. "I guess the 50's are just dead."

We sat in silence for a short amount of time, we were both obviously trying to make sense of whatever the hell we were watching. So far all I knew was that a family just moved into a old house and weird shit was happening, very original storyline.

"Let's get out of here," Luke spoke up.

I cocked an eyebrow at him, "where?"

"I dunno', the beach?" He suggested.

"The beach?! Luke it's like forty degrees out and it's night," I replied. Only Luke would want to go to the beach at this time.

He shrugged, "so?"

"So," I repeated. There are a lot of things I would do for Luke but dragging my ass to the freezing cold beach at eight at night is not one of them.

"We live in Sydney, so why not make the most of it. Not everyone can make spontaneous beach trips at night," he  replied.

Despite what a total idiot Luke was, he always found a way to convince me to do whatever. Tonight it's going to the beach, last summer it was shotgunning a beer. Two very different scenarios but one with a great outcome all due to Luke; I had a fantastic time. So who says I wont tonight?

"Alright," I caved. "Alright lets go to the beach."

—

Driving down the familiar road to Whale beach with Luke at my side brought back a wave of memories from my childhood. As kids, Luke's parents brought us here all the time during the summers. Before we'd run off to play in the water, Liz would tie up the back of my worn out bathing suit, claiming it was way too big. But it was my only one, and Luke said he liked the polka-dots so I didn't mind it.

"This looks like the perfect spot for someone to come kill us," I said stepping out into the chilled ocean air. I missed the beach, as I got older it for some reason lost its appeal to me. Or maybe it was the thought of publicly wearing a suit, if only I could go back to my polka-dotted days.

"Nobody is going to kill us, Char," Luke laughed, our hands bumping as we walked through the sand to the water.

Something about the water at night was peaceful, but equally as horrifying. The deep blue crash of the waves brought in nostalgia but as well as complete and utter fear of the unknown. Not only the unknowingness of what swims meters deep but also the future. The future of Luke and I, of our friends, my mom, just everything.

"That's what they all say," I sighed. "Until a clown comes out of the trees and stabs you to death."

"Well what does he do to you then?" Luke questioned grabbing my hand. I guess the consistency of our hands bumping together got to him.

"Well obviously I run," I adjusted my grip in his larger hand. "But there's not many places to hide around here so then he gets me."

Luke shook his head laughing, "you are dark Charlie Meyers."

"You asked and I told," I shrugged.

Luke and I walked along the water talking, and mostly trying to ignore the cold that was biting at our noses.

"Can I ask you a question," Luke asked. My stomach turned over at his words, that phrase always makes me nervous.

"Sure," I responded as nonchalantly as I could.