Turning Point (A.I.)

chapter 4- summer mornings

"c'mon let's just go to the beach. it's our last day until the campers arrive." ashton pleads.

the last couple of days were okay, annoying, but okay. we went over safety measures and a lot of things that are complete common sense. ashton lead some of them, but after all he is my age and adults ran this place. ashton and i have started to grow closer and closer. we created a bond over music and judging people. it is strange, but it is a start.

"i don't think i want to though." i say sleepily. he woke me up at 10 just to go to the beach.

"it's our last free day though." he pouts towards me.

"okay, what the hell. let's do it." i say with a small attitude.

i climb out of bed and sleepily put on a playlist that kicks ass. ashton told me multiple times that he loved the playlist and it's like the god of music made it. i didn't have anything to say about it because i found it on some social media. i lazily put things into a bag and put on a bathing suit as ashton changed in the bathroom. i open my phone and start reading the news headlines. i didn't really know why i liked them so much, but i did.

ashton walks out of the bathroom without a shirt on and i swear i could have passed away right there. he had the 'v' line and i swear he could off the rest of his clothes i would have fucked him without a care in the world. the 'v' was pointing to his dick, almost like it was saying 'it's me right here! come and get me!'

"you all ready to go?" he questions me, forcing me to come out of my thoughts.

"yeah, i guess." i mumble quietly as i stand up.

"you seem grumpy today. why?" he asks as he bumps shoudlers with me.

"i'm tired and probably PMS." i answer honestly with a shrug.

"that was something i didn't really need to know. but i asked and i guess i got the answer i was looking for." he says and he shakes his head. i laugh at the sight because he was honestly just so cute.

we walk to the beach in comfertable silence since my music was off. the beach is only around 10 minutes away so it was easy to walk to. the sun is starting to become a problem so i quickly strip my shirt and place it in my bag. i am left in a bikini top, shorts, bikini bottoms, and flip flops. out of the corner of my eye, i see ashton look me up and down and that's when i know i won. i swear this boy has to be interested in me because if not... damn. all i knew was that he was cute as anything i've ever seen. one minute i wanted to cuddle until the world ended and other times i wanted him to fuck me aganist a wall so i couldn't walk the next day.

'we're almost here. i used to take my ex here all of the time," he says with a sad smile. okay, wow, that hurt. i'm guessing he isn't intrested in me. nevermind on all of that.

"oh, cool." i say quietly. this was going downhill quicker than i thought it would.

"yeah. we actually met here. well not at the beach, but at camp. i haven't seen her in a while." he sighs. he must still love her. he wouldn't talk about her like if he didn't love her still. would he?

"that's pretty cool." i say, not wanting to hear anymore about him and his ex.

"yeah." he says, staring off into the distance.

i can't tell if it was tension or awkwardness. whatever it is, i know i don't enjoy it. without speaking, we find a place to sit on the beach and i carefully unfold my towel. i don't know if i should take off my shorts or not. i don't know how well you could see the scars on my hips. there wasn't much on my arms anymore, but plenty on my hips. cutting was something i rarely did until i felt like i needed it and i have needed it a couple times in the past week.

without thinking completely through, i threw my shorts off and went to grab sun lotion. i didn't burn that bad and not very often. maybe every once and a while and it never hurt. as i bent over i could feel ashton burning holes in my back.

"what are those on you hips?" he asks as i'm still bent over. i quickly stand up and turn to him.

"it's nothing, don't worry about it." this beach idea was not going as planned whatsoever and i didn't want to see what else was going to happen.

"oh, okay," he says sounding a little shot down. "i'm going to go in the water, are you going to come in with me?" he asks with the slightest hope.

"in a little. i don't want my sun screen to come off. but i'll be in, don't worry."

"it's be on for a while already! come in with me please!" he pleads like a small child.

"fine." i say while throwing my phone back in bag so it didn't overheat.

i slowly follow ashton out to the water. i dip my toes into the breaking wave and decide why the hell not? i push through the water up until my waist and take the opportunity to dive in. after coming back up from the water, i start to search for ashton. i laugh to myself when i realize he was still standing at the beginning of the water. he was the one who wanted me to come in so bad and now i was the only one standing in the ocean. he looks at me and back at the water before splashing all the way over to me. i stare in amusement as he gets tackled by the wave that i easily jumped. this boy was something alright.

being the teenage girl i am, i act like i need help by the super hot guy standing next to me. i wait until a wave comes and grab on to him as it pushes over the top of our heads. we resurface upon the water and ashton just glares at me.

"what? i thought i was going to die! that wave was huge!" i try to argue with his look.

"it wasn't that big! i think you just wanted to hold on to my huge bicep! you were trying to flirt!" he argues back, playfully of course.

"i think you're wrong. i know what i was doing and i was just scared." i mutter as i shake my head.

we both stay silent for a moment before he swims over to me and lifts me up in the air. i immediately start squealing. i become a basic teenage girl from those bad movies while flirting. i was stuck in the air and ultimately start getting insecure. why was he lifting me up? how was he carrying me? i was not light at all and he needed to stop.

"ashton! put me down," i yell frantically at him. i guess he thought i was joking because he just lifted me higher in to the air. "ashton! for real, please put me down!" i yell louder and with more emotion.

he drops me into the water and i can feel my bikini bottoms fall off of me.

"are you okay, brin?" he asks with complete concern.

i give the biggest death glare ever known to man kind before answering him, "my bottoms... they're gone." i say as calm as i possibly could.

"what do you mean gone?" he asks, clearly confused by my simple words.

"they're gone. there is nothing protecting my ass or who ha right now. they're just gone." i say, close to yelling.

"oh shit... i'll go get you a towel?" he tries to say, but comes out as a question.

"yes! go get me a fucking towel!" i yell because i was clearly past my breaking point.

i watch him as he runs to where our items were located and start searching for a towel. moments later, he runs back out to where i was and comes as close as he can so he wouldn't get the towel wet. i run as quickly as i can, straight into the towel. he wraps the towel around me and pulls me close. honestly, it was a touching moment, but not when this was all his fault. i hold the towel up as i slip out of his arms and to the beach chairs. not knowing what to do, i sit there until he comes back to our area.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean for that to happen," he says with a sincere voice.

although i was mad and i usually explode when i am mad, i mumbled a quick "okay" and started my back to the cabin. when i got back and looked in the mirror i realized that i had sunburn. so i guess that explains my day.

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so the story is starting to pick up, sort of, I guess. so brin is v dramatic and sort of annoys me, but ash is pretty cool. they kind of hate each but that's going to change so thanks.
stay alive, friend
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but bye love you !!