Mia's POV
Once again, I was staring at the shore. It was the middle of the night and I felt wide awake.
But the waves and the sound just made me more and more sleepy. But the one thing that kept me awake was that one guy.
I didn't catch his name but the thought of him kept on coming in my head.
I don't know why but for some reason I felt guilt, guilt that I said that to him.
I'm sure it's going to die off but it's just odd that I fell guilty for such a stupid reason.
"Nice night?"
I nearly punched the guy or whoever it was, but when I turned around it was just the blonde boy from the boardwalk.
"Oh, you,"
"Oh me"
He replied with a sly grin before sitting beside me.
"You come here often?"
I clicked my tongue and shrugged, "every few nights,"
Something made him laugh, "what?" I asked him as he looked up at me.
"You were a lot nicer a few hours ago," he said making me laugh. "I get better as the hours go down.
He let a 'mm' come out of his lips telling me he understood. "Marko,"
"Mia," I took out my hand and he shook it, I felt odd sparks flow through my hand as he shook it.
We had spent the rest of the night together, and the night after that, and after that, and after that.
I know that this is short but this is the best I could come up with.
