The Stolen Heart

Squeamishness

The pic on the side is of Daniel (Danny)

"We need to mess with people or this won't be fun." Bradley says as we walk the beach. I'm in a coral bikini and Bradley is just in black basketball shorts. I'm on his shoulders. I have a mayonnaise jar filled with vanilla ice cream. Everyone is giving me disgusted looks at I eat it.

"You guys are a cute couple!" some girl yells at us.

"We're not-" I start

"Thanks." Bradley says.

He sets me down after we wander for a bit.

"I dare you to go up to that guy and ask him to marry you." Bradley says.

"What guy?" I ask.

"The one right there."

He's hot and probably a college student."

"Well I need a ring." I say.

"No you don't. Just do it."

He pulls out his phone to get it on video.

Once he starts the video, I walk over there. He follows me. The guy has brown hair and blue eyes and he's tall and cute.

"Hey handsome." I sit down next to him.

He raises his eyebrows and looks me up and down. "Hi." He smiles.

"Will you marry me?" I ask.

He hesitates, thinking. "Yeah, your hot, probably good in bed, so thanks."

"Awesome!" I kiss his cheek. "See you at the wedding!"

I stand up and walk away.

"Wait, what's your name?" he calls.

"Emma!" I call back.

"I'm Andrew!"

"Okay!" I wave, walking away.

He follows us.

"Wait. Shouldn't I get your phone number?"

"I guess." I shrug.

"Okay, what is it?"

I give him my real number.

Grinning, he kisses my cheek and walks away.

"Mom, Dad, I'm getting married!"

"Why did you give him your real number?" Bradley asks.

"To see if he really thinks we're getting married." I roll my eyes.

He shuts the camera off. I see a clear bottle. I grab it and take a receipt and a pen from Bradley's pocket.

Someone is behind you. I write.

I put it in the bottle and put it on the ground.

Bradley and I sit and wait.

Some guy picks it up. He starts to take the paper out, dropping the bottle in the sand.

I jump up and stand right behind him.

I watch as he reads it, and then he looks over his shoulder and jumps.

I hear something shatter, and look down to see he stepped on the glass bottle.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" I gasp.

He sits down next to the bottle.

"It's not your fault." He says. "I'm Daniel." He mutters. "Daniel Cosen."

"Are you the son of-"

"Principal Cosen." He nods. "Hi Emma."

"You go to my school." I say. Bradley moves over to us.

"My Dad doesn't hate you." Daniel says. "In fact, he said he would've done the same thing if someone almost hit my Mom or sister."

"Do you hate me?" Bradley asks.

"No, I would've done the same thing if someone tried to hurt Madison."

"Madison...Madison Ava?"

"Yes." He says.

"Oh!" I gasp. "That's right you're her best friend!"

"Yes." He mutters.

He starts picking glass out of his foot.

I'm very squeamish when it comes to blood.

"Emma?" Bradley asks carefully.

I faint.