The Story of Us.

“What?” I asked, feeling my toes dig more into the warm sand the longer we stood in place.

I looked up, staring into the light brown eyes that never fail to make my heart skip. He looked away, shaking his head while his lip slipped between his teeth. I frowned, reaching forward to grab his cold hands. I intertwined our fingers, squeezing tight at the limp feel of his against mine.

“You.” He sighed, dropping his head down to look at our tangled hands.

“Me?” I whispered, feeling my stomach somersault.

“You.” He repeated quietly, squeezing my hands back.

“What about me?” I wondered, licking my dry lips.

“I don’t know.” He revealed, falling quiet as the breeze hit us. “You make me…feel something.”

I grinned, pulling his hands into my chest while I tilted my head up. He looked down at me, slowly licking his lips before leaning down to press our foreheads together.

“Is that a good thing?” I questioned, feeling a familiar rush of butterflies as his breath hit my lips.

“I don’t know.” He answered, pressing our lips together.

Warnings: Swearing, sex, drugs, alcohol, offensive terms, mentions of depression

1. "You know, you could thank me."

2. "You're beautiful, Lynn. What can I say?"

3. "Don't take it personally, he's just a lazy signer."