My Bad Boy Best Friend

Chapter 12: You're not the one who accidentally got drenched in seawater!

"I don't think I believe in love anymore." I confessed. Fidgeting with my fingers. The warm sand felt uncomfortable between my wet toes. I didn't like the way it stuck to my feet. I tried focusing on the deep night sky that mixed seamlessly with the sea.

"Neither do I." He shook his head. Shaking me back to reality. I was really here. On a date with Danny Brach.

"But some part of me really wants to believe it exists?" I didn't know how to act in front of people I really liked so I guess this is what we're going with today.

"Some part of me is thankful that it doesn't exist." He bit his bottom lip and stared straight ahead.

"Because you don't have to try to make it exist anyway?" I offered.

"The opposite actually? I think if something that unattainable is placed in front of you, it just makes you want it more, it's our inherent nature. We look at something at love and convince ourselves that we if anyone can feel it, it's us. It makes us try harder to make something of that sort exist." It was nice to see he believed in something. I liked listening to him talk. He was sincere and didn't pretend to be something he wasn't.

"I think that's bullshit." But I didn't have to believe in it.

"Maybe you're right, but you know some part of you wants me to be a romantic. To prove you wrong. You said it yourself, you want it to exist." I liked the way he wasn't afraid of saying whatever came to his mind.

"Or maybe I'm just right. If you don't get what love is, you just let it go. You stop trying. Let everyone else convince you that it exists. But in the end, it's meaningless because you've already made up your mind. And even if it did exist, you're too closed off to even try to experience it."

"You know what I'm thinking about right now?" He laughed. His laugh was funny? But pleasing to the ears?

"How we're going to get back home?" I suggested.

"No, I was thinking about a swim?"

"On the first date. You wish Brach." I smirked.

"Too romantic for you?"

"Way too romantic." I bit my bottom lip. "Maybe if you'd suggested something like making out on your car, I'd even be up for it? Maybe even skinny-dipping?"

"Not happening."

"But I really want to make out with you?"

"Not on my car, it's not sufficiently romantic."

"Making out on a car is perfect. It's kinda sweet and at the same time it's not too sweet. It's just the perfect combination of cheesy but un-romantic. I planned the rest of this date and it turned out just fine! So maybe you should just, take my word for this?"

"The date was a disaster!" He laughed harder.

"And we still had fun! So how about you appreciate what you have?"

"Oh I am appreciating it." He said, tightening his arm around my shoulder and pulling my closer. He felt like a freaking marshmallow and I say that in the kindest way possible.

This was one of those unrealistic situations where my crush is quite possibly the sweetest person I've ever been on a date with? How is any of this real?!

"Alright, I think I may have a plan to get us back home." I whispered. A part of me didn't want to go but it was getting late and we were both a little out of it.

"But I don't want to go home. I like this. Semi-exhausted on a beach with Alexa Harrison is exactly what I signed up for and I don't want this to end." He pouted and my heart almost stopped beating. Gosh, he was adorable.