Daydream Believer

A/N: These won't all be long.  I needed 10,000 words more than I needed long chapters.  Enjoy!

Chapter 2

            The sun was going down and we were on the beach.  It was deserted, save for us and the waves, and the unseen seagulls shrilly calling in the near distance.  It kind of reminded me of a location shoot for a Prize Puzzle on Wheel of Fortune, and I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s exactly where my mind took this scene from.  The implication was that there was a fancy resort on the other side of the beach, though sometimes it’s more of a secluded area that only we know of.  He and I were slowly walking down the beach, hand in hand, occasionally walking close enough together that we bump shoulders, and then we act like it was a funny accident when we both know that it was not.  He was wearing cargo shorts, the same kind that he wore when the semester first began and the weather permitted it.  He had some oversized belt looped around his pants.  He wore sandals and I could see that there was some hair on his toes to go with all that hair on his legs.  His nails weren’t manicured and I strongly suspected that he would bite them off when they got too long, if only he could be so flexible.  He wore a button down shirt, and again I strongly suspected that Pat Sajak wore that exact same shirt during one of those end credit segments and I don’t want to think about this line of thought any longer.  The shirt was a nice baby blue hue, and I could smell the cologne he had on him.  He knew which cologne I liked and wore it that day because our holiday getaway was coming to a close, plus I suspected that he was trying every trick in the book to turn me on without me knowing it.  It was only natural, then, that I wasn’t exactly wearing a modest amount of clothing.  “Beachwear” would be a good term to use, something I seemingly always had but never wore (or remembered buying in the first place).  This time I had an enormous sunhat on because I’m wacky like that.

            “Aw hey, that cloud looks like a cloud!” he said, pointing upwards, voice full of wonder.

            Before I could register what he had said, I looked up.  There were no clouds in the sky.  Also, I finally registered that what he had said was stupid, but also that I was quite possibly stupider.

            “Jerk,” I said, laughing, shoving him away.

            He laughed too, clearly proud of what he had accomplished.

            “What?  Don’t you see it?  It looks exactly like your ass after I’m done destroying it,” he replied, scooching closer to me, unable to hide his grin and barely able to form that sentence without laughing.

            I jerked my head away from him in an over-exaggerated manner.  I would have rolled my eyes if I knew he would’ve seen it.

            “Oh, that one.  The one that looks like a pencil tried to go through a vice grip…and failed?” I responded.

            “Vice grip is right,” I heard him mumble under his breath.

            “What was that?” I said, pretending like I didn’t hear it.

            “I love you,” he replied, changing the subject.

            We both knew we were just joking with one another.  The constant laughter coming from both of us was proof of that.  We walked a few more steps in silence, just appreciating the moment, the atmosphere, each other.

            “It’s a VERY big vice grip,” he said.

            Before I could shove him into the water, he had already broken out into a full sprint, laughing gleefully all the way.

            “Get back here so that I can vanquish you in the holy waters!” I screamed, running to catch up.