"You're beautiful, every little piece, love. Don't you know you're really gunna be someone? Ask anyone. When you find everything you've looked for, I hope your life leads you back to my front door, and if you don't .. stay beautiful"
A few hours had flown by, our kitchen was practically bare, no scraps were left behind. Beer cans were scattered all over the place, some of the boys were still here, but my friends had to leave. I sat on the dock, letting my toes feel the cold water of the lake. Someone's footsteps were getting louder beside me. I figured it was my brother, but it wasn't. Brent sat beside me and smiled gently, making me lose my composure for that split second.
"Not very social are you?"
"I have my moments." I piped back looking out into the diamond lake.
"So, what's your story?" He asked casually, catching me off guard.
"Well, I'm 22. I'm going to college, and I'm also a personal trainer."
"Medical. I want to be a medic for your team after I grad next year."
He asked me more questions, I shared stories of when me and Duncan were younger, he grew really interested in everything I said. I sat indian style this time on the dock, so I could look at his face easier. He had his hands behind him resting on the dock, keeping him propped up. He was only inches from my face.
It felt like he knew me inside out by the time he was ready to leave. I gave him my number, even though I know Duncan may not like it. He reached out and grabbed my hands, pulling me up towards him.
"I'll call you tomorrow then I guess." He said as I nodded.
"I'd like that, goodnight."
He had this mischievous look on his face and it started to scare me. Before I could even respond, he grabbed my arms and threw me into the lake.
"Seabrook, you are so dead!" I screamed.
"You and what army?"
Brent's eyes suddenly grew wide as Kris came up behind him and shoved him into the lake. My laughs were uncontrollable as he came up to the surface and shot me a nasty glare. I snickered again and pushed my hand in the water, splashing him in the face
"Ha, I'll get you for that." He growled.
"You don't scare me."
With my head high, I swam away from him for a mere second. He grabbed my ankle, and no matter how much I kicked and screamed, he wouldn't let me go. I heard him chuckle behind me and pull me over to him, and I was met with his chest.
The night was still, all I could hear was the crickets, muffled voices and the cracks of beer cans. The midnight moon bounced off the lake, and right into his eyes. My lungs were collapsing in my chest as he moved my hair from my face, and cupping my cheek. I took the plunge and pressed my mouth to his without a second thought.