Peffron: A Love Story

Loving Again?

I wake up, feeling refreshed and looking perfect.

Okay, let me rephrase that last sentence.

I wake up, feeling and looking like I had just crawled my way out of the fiery pits of the Underworld, then been hit by two trucks in a row, and finally fell in a mud pit filled with poisonous snakes.

So all in all, a pretty average day for me. 

However, I was feeling rather excited, because today I was going to the beach for a big beach party thing. Also, I would get to see one of my friends again (Bob) after two months of being isolated all summer. 

After getting ready, I jumped into the car and we took off towards the beach. The drive there was a bit frustrating - I was with my grandma and her boyfriend who are from off-island and they tend to get lost quite a bit. Turned out we were at the wrong beach, but luckily we were forty-five minutes early. We're also always early. 

Luckily, we made it, and soon enough, I saw Bob walk in. 

After running out of the water to greet her, like a good friend, we went back into the water. We started swimming out rather deep, and just floated there on the boogie board.

"Hay guuurl," I said.

"Guuuuurl shoot," She responded.

And then I randomly remembered that she voted for David Tennant over Benedict Cumberbatch.

"BOB WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I yelled at her.

"Wat."

"HOW DARE YOU PICK DAVID TENNANT OVER BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH!"

That conversation went on for a while, even though Benedict Cumberbatch is so much better. Words can't even begin to describe the fabulousness of Benedict Cumberbatch.

After that, we kind of fangirled over everything, and I realized I always have a thing for detectives. I mean, Sherlock, L, Akise, other people I'm probably forgetting. So if you find a cute detective somewhere, you know who to call. And no, not John. Me.

Then we somehow started talking about sexualities, and she said that based on my personality, I would be pansexual. And I think everyone has started thinking I'm pansexual now. I don't know what to feel.

Our conversation topic shifted yet again. And no, we aren't random, we were just there for about four hours... 

"So you know how you feel that rush of panic when someone asks 'Can I talk to you about something?'" I asked Bob.

Bob gasped and asked, "Did someone figure out about your secret boyfriend?"

I seductively stroked the boogie board and whispered to it, "Shhh baby, it's okay, no one knows about us yet."

Bob's eyes widen. "Really?!"

I stared at her, thinking she hadn't heard that. "Ummm... Bob, this is Samson. Samson, this is Bob."

AN:

Yay?

I felt like this was crappy. :( mer. I blame Teenbiz. Screw you Teenbiz. Anyways, chapter dedicated to Hannah_Madhuri. I hope you guys enjoyed it though...

By the way, comment below: David Tennant or Benedict Cumberbatch?

But don't even bother if your answer is David Tennant. 

Just kidding.

Possibly.

Maybe.

Not really.