Ocean Eyes • g.d

Chapter 7 • Jump

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It continued on for about a week like this.

Each morning, methodically sneaking two cigarettes from my dad's packet, worrying about what mum would say before pushing that thought away, and going to the Dolan's property for work.

And seeing Grayson as I help get stuff out, flashing the fags at him and him smirking, and then worrying about what mum would say before pushing that thought away again.

Meeting him on my Dads lunch break, taking the quad to the secret spot at the back of the massive property by the river, and inhaling the sweet rebellion we were now hooked on... And then worrying about what mum would say before pushing that thought away, and suppressing it in my lungs with nicotine.
The occasional spontaneous makeout, often more than just occasional - worrying about what mum would say, realising she'd be proud of me for finding happiness in Grayson, as illegal as it may be.

Today was another one of those glorious days.
I hop out the truck, the two fags tucked in the back pocket of my light wash denim shorts. Again, today was shorts and bralette kinda day - baking hot.
I spot Grayson an hour after arriving at his house, a sudden beam on my face appearing ear to ear, mirrored on his.

He pulls a lighter out of the pocket of his black shorts, which look like swim trunks, and smirks at me, before he runs in  the direction of our normal hang out spot - and I chase after him laughing.
I follow his through the dense forestry, and push back sticks to stop them scraping my cheeks. Before sitting where we normally sit, Grayson keeps running; I keep chasing.

He finally decelerates when we reach a new clearing, and I jog up behind him, readjusting my bralette.
„Well this is pretty" i say, gawking at the new clearing he brought me to.
„Not as pretty as You" he mumbles.
„Huh?" i say, looking around.
„Nothing" he grumbles.

We are enclosed in a calm little area, with tall growing trees, right by the river, and a ‚cliff' platform thing. It's beautiful, the trees like a canopy creating a shelter, and shards of light break through the cracks in the leaves. It really is gorgeous.

We pull out the cigarettes and lighter, and sit on the edge, dancing pur bare feet over, looking down to the water below. We sit, dwindling the stick between our lips yet again, and his hand presses against my bare thigh, and grips it. I grin at him, and he takes the now half burnt fag and pressing it into the grass. He stands up, and looks down at me, grinning.

He walks back a few paces and soft words fall from his lips „follow me" he says, as he runs to the edge, does a back flip and lands into the water, and flicks his head back, his hair following.
„Wooo!" he yells, throwing his arm back signalling me to follow.
I stamp out the fag, take a few steps back and look down.
„What's wrong" he says, worried
„I don't like the water"
„I'll catch you" he says, and a new feeling washes over me.
Trust.
In this boy I've known for 2 weeks, and I know he won't catch me. But I feel a push from behind me and I jump, and fall through the air for what seems minutes, before hitting the water.
I feel my chest tighten in the water, and begin to worry I'm going to drown, before I feel a muscular hand grab my arm and pull me up;
„Not too bad?" he laughs
„I loved it!" I yell, not feeling my previous worry.
We swim over to the waterfall, and move backwards into it together, until we're begin it, in our own little cove, and the sounds of the outside are washed away.

I sit back, admiring the rock, and admiring the boy next to me.
He looks at me, and says -
„Did you feel her push you?"
„What?"
„I know you would never have jumped like that a week ago, your mum must have pushed you"
I beam at him: „Yeah, she did," I laugh, „but also it's the fact I'm already crazy enough to be fooling about with you anyway, what would this do that's any worse?" he laughs

„You're the bad influence now miss Parker, I mean, you're the one bringing the cigarettes" he smirks
I go to slap his arm, but he catches my hand, and he stands up, pushing my arm above my head. His other arm takes me face and cups it, as he kisses me.
I place my remaining arm around his neck, deepening the kiss, and we end up making out, and I taste the sweet nicotine on his tounge - good memories. I sense him smiling, and he pulls away.

„You know i said i want to uncover your mystery," he says
„Yeah?" i blush
„I know how I can"
„Oh Yh, how?" I state, cocky
„by making you my girlfriend" he mutters

My jaw drops, and I beam at him, flinging my arms around his neck, kissing him again
„Is that a yes" he whispers
„Of fucking course „ I laugh, returning my lips to his.

I listen to the peaceful water falling in front of us, and I breathe in the clean air. I sit with Grayson and we talk, and talk and talk.

And then I get the question.
What would mum say?
She'd be happy I'm happy.

And with that, I turn to Grayson, grab his arm, and pull him under the waterfall yet again.

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Yay