Apathetic |[D.S]| 1

34. a week at the beach

Come over here sit next to me
We can see where things go naturally
Just say the word and I'll part the sea
Just come over here and sit next to me
And I'll take you high, high
...

Lou's POV

I spent a week at the beach. It was very needed. My thoughts were kept away from reality for most of it. Except when it was night time.

When everyone was asleep I was up and thinking of him. I wonder what he's doing. If he feels the same way about this whole situation as I do? Or maybe if he doesn't care anymore? Maybe he wants to forget me too.

I haven't gotten a single call from him so that's what I'm guessing. I checked my email and noticed I got the job and my working schedule is Monday afternoons, Wednesday afternoons, and Thursday nights.

Anyways focusing on this week. Let's start with Saturday night...

SATURDAY.

"I'll see you soon Lou?" Jagger asks as I walk him to his car. I nod at him and give him a kiss on the cheek and thank him for driving me here.

As I wave bye to Jagger I feel two hands snake their way around my waist. I put my arms over theirs and tilt my head to the side to see Porter with his eyes closed as he hums a happy tune.

"Wanna go for a walk on the beach?" He mumbles in my ear, swaying both of us with his arms tapping on my stomach where my light white see-through t-shirt is covering my black basic bikini.

"Sure," I grin and grab Porter's hand as we walk barefoot all the way down until we reach the sand. My feet stopping right before it on the small bridge.

"Come on," Porter groans noticing how I take big interest in the beach. I miss it, but I'm in the mood to do something else.

"Wait, come with me." I pull Porter's wrist as fast as I can and run all the way up the long bridges.

"Lou, where are we going?" Porter's voice is rushed and I'm breathing heavily as I jump over the gate that says you have to pay to be on the pier.

"Hey!" I hear a fisherman say and I let out a laugh and Porter's eyes gawk at how rebellious and unlike me I'm being.

"Louise Mitchell!" Porter smirks at me as I let go of his hand when we reach the edge of the pier. I cross my arms and pull at the bottom hem of my shirt and pull it over my head.

"Hurry Port!" I rush him as he aggressively unbuttons his shirt, pulls off his hat, and grabs my hand as he shuffles his shaggy brunette locks in his other.

"You sure about this?" Porter asks me as he gives my hand a squeeze. And I look behind me.

"I need this." I look back at him and all the fishermen running towards us and the owners of all the stores on the pier.

And with the sense of reassurance Porter and I, both jump off the pier last second and laugh when we float up in the water when we see all the people scowling at us from above.

"Someone's being scandalous today," Porter says as he comes closer to me as our heads bob above the surface.

"I'm trying not to focus on the bad things. Jumping off the pier to me symbolizes a new beginning. I'm starting over." I show Porter a closed smile and he splashed water onto me.

"You did not just-

"Oh yes, he did!" I hear from above and notice a boy with dirty blonde hair jump in the water.

"Tucker? Oh my god!" I squeal as I rush towards the dirty blonde boy and hug him, "God what the hell why haven't you called me?" I push at his shoulder.