"You're Perfect To Me" ⭑Bloah⭑

♤VI♤

⭑Third Person⭑

"I'll be right back, have to go to the washroom." Bryce says, standing up from their booth and walking towards the toilets.

Blake, Bryce, and Noah decided to go out for breakfast at a small local coffee shop. It's gone pretty good, but it's hard for Noah and Blake to not show their affection to each other in public.

The pair watch Bryce walk off before Blake turns back to Noah, with sweaty hands and a nervous look.

"So I was wondering," Blake starts, clearing his throat in between his sentence. "Do you wanna go on a date today?"

Noah stares at Blake for a second before breaking out into a smile, his hand coming to rest on Blake's.

"Of course! Where would we go?" Noah exclaims happily.

"I was thinking hanging out at the beach then to dinner?" Blake says, shrugging his shoulders like he's not sure.

"That would be fun, should we go after breakfast?"

Blake nods his head and slips his hand that was holding Noah's back into his lap, seeing Bryce walking back over to them.

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Blake and Noah step out of the taller boys car and into the hot sun, they can already hear people chatting and swimming in the ocean from the parking lot.

Noah reaches his hand out to grab Blake's and smiles up at the nervous boy.

"What if people take pictures or a video of us holding hands?" Blake says, biting his lip from his nervous demeanour.

"Who cares. U-unless you don't want people to know. I'm fine if you don't." Noah's mood changes quickly and he slips his hand out of Blake's, scared the other boy isn't comfortable about their relationship out in the public.

"No, no it's just I don't want people to know right now. Is that okay?" Blake says cautiously, grabbing their chairs and towels.

"That's fine." Noah says, faking happiness for Blake's sack. It sucks he doesn't want to tell people about their relationship, but he understands why he doesn't want to.

"Okay! Wanna get the cooler?" Blake says, moving on from the awkward conversation. Noah just nods, opening the back door and getting the blue cooler. The ice and drinks clinking in the plastic container.

The pair walk down the road and make it to the beach, every way you turn people are taking up your view. They settle down near the back of the beach, not wanting to be bombarded by fans if they see them. Blake sticks the folding chairs into the sand and sits down, patting the seat next to him for Noah to sit.

Noah sets the cooler in between the chairs and sits down, grabbing two pops (soda's) for them to drink. The brunette slips his shirt off and leans back, basking in the sun and hot temperature. He opens his eyes and side glances at Blake, seeing him staring a little longer on Noah's torso then necessary. But he doesn't know Noah's looking because of his sunglasses.

"When should we swim?" Blake asks suddenly, breaking out of his trance to look up at Noah's face.

"When do you want to?"