I was so excited I already have Chapter Two up!

I was so excited about this story that I wrote it down last night! I just typed it up and I hope you like it. It is in Josh's point of view. Comment and say if you like Josh's POV better or Rochelle's. Thanks a million. Here it is, the very romantic Chapter Two of the story I still have yet to make a title for.


Chapter Two

~Josh~

She blew me away with a wind as strong as riptide. I could barely see her in the darkness, but I had already fallen for her.

I was too nervous to text her, nevermind call her. I waited for days. After 5 days, I finally texted her. I would send her messages like of those I would send to my buddies. I was too nervous. Time went by and we continued our suffering text relationship. I didn't even go to the beach to swim at night. And soon, it was the last day before I would go back home. I either had to meet her somewhere, or never see her again. So during the day, I left a note at the house who's lights had been flickering, the one she said was hers. I had written:

Roch-

Sorry I couldn't go to the beach at night lately.

I've been busy. I'll be there at 10 tonight

Bring your bathing suit.

-Josh

The rest of the day went by slowly. I started packing some stuff, but got bored and watched TV. There was nothing on TV, so I took a walk. Everything was just so boring. I couldn't even savor the last full day of being here, being so focused on the last night.

After eons and eons of waiting, 9:45 finally came. I biked over to the beach, wearing a Beatles t-shirt and some blue swim trunks. I arrived at 9:55, so I thought I would be there before her. But I saw Rochelle's thin silhouette, sitting criss-cross-applesause, facing the ocean. I grabbed my bag and ran towards her, quickly and quietly, moving too quickly to let the sand squish between my toes.

I went right behind her, held my breath, and covered her eyes. She screamed shrilly. I laughed at her surprise, and plopped down next to her. "So you do get scared easily." I said, trying to sound carefree. But I actually had a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. I thought it was supposed to be the girl who was nervous in this situation.

She smiled and clicked on the flashlight she was holding. She shined it in my eyes. "Quit picking on me!" she snickered. I blinked several times so the dots in front of my eyes from the harsh glare of the flashlight would disappear. Once had egned vision, I looked to see she was shining the flashlight on her own face.

Wow. That was the first thing that came to my mind. Wow. IT was the first time I'd seen her in light and dry. Her hair was the exact same color as the sand, and it ended with curls like waves at the bottom. Her eyes were a blueish green color, just like the summer sea in the morning. Her lips were a light, coral pink just like the seashells I grabbed for my mom. Everything about her reminded me of the sea. And like the sea, she was impossibly beautiful.

She giggled like a melody and turned the flashlight off. "What are you looking at?" she asked lightly.

"Uh, nothing." I murmured like an idiot. We said nothing after. I really needed to bump up the romantic factor there.

"So, did you tell me to bring my bathing suit for nothing?" she asked, peeling of her shorts and camisole to reveal her blue and white striped bikini. It looked amazing on her slender body. I shook my head and pulled my eyes away so I could take of my shirt.

"Race you to the water! Ready? Set? Go!"

We both ran as fast as we could, but I got a couple of steps ahead of her and dove into the water first. While I was under, I heard the splash and saw the bubbles of her arrival.

When I surfaced, I was greeted with water whipped at my face. I heard Roch giggle.

"Oh, you're in for it now!" I called, chasing after her and splashing. She ran from me, laughing the whole time, as I sent waves of water towards her back. Well this was going better than I planned.

She ran slowly, being dragged down by water, but eventually, she reached the shore. She started to run towards the dry sand. Before she could make it, I grabbed her waist and pulled her back towards the water. I whispered "You can never get away from me." in her ear. We fell on the shore line, tackling each other. We gave up at the same time and we just lay there, the soft, barely there waves nipping at our thighs. I lay on my side to look at her. She was just gazing at the sky, which was scattered with millions of stars. She closed her eyes and whispered,

"Star night, star bright,

The first star I see tonight,

I wish I may, I wish I might,

Have the wish I wish tonight."

She paused, and without looking down from teh sky, she murmured. "I wish Josh would just kiss me already."

I was shocked at her bravery, but now was the time to take action. I searched my mind for something romantic to say. Got it. I turned her on to her side.

"Your wish is my command."

She smiled and we both tilted our heads to the right. I leaned towards her, slowly closing my eyes until I hit my target.

Her lips were soft, and they tasted like sea salt. Underneath the smell of the ocean was a faint hint of vanilla. She came closer to me, as if she were melting into my chest. I put my arms around her waist. I didn't want to ever stop kissing her. Fireworks were going off in my head, and I couldn't even remember my own name. The only word to describe it was... magical.

She slowly pulled away. "Josh..." she whispered. Ah, Josh, that was it.

I didn't say anything. I just reached for my bag and felt around inside it, refusing to pull my eyes away from her. I pulled out two sparklers and handed one to her.

"It's to celebrate the last night of summer." I explained.

We wordlessly lit them and ran around the empty beach, laughing at the beautiful sparks around us. This was my perfect moment, me with a perfect girl, running along an empty beach. When they went out, we collapsed on the dry sand. exausted from the running.

"Josh?" she whispered. "What if we never see each other again?"

I combed her drying hair soothingly as she rested her head on my chest. "We will. I promise."

She looked at me with those beautiful eyes of the sea and held out her pinky. "Pinky-swear?" she asked quietly.

"Pinky-swear." I vowed back. We locked pinkies and shook.

"Oh, and no crosses count." she declared, making sure the only loophole to a pinky-swear was eliminated.

"No crosses count." I agreed.

We lay there for a little bit, just cuddled together, looking at the sea and the stars. I barely knew her, but I felt like I had known her my whole life. Soon, too soon, the lights from her house started flickering.

We stood up slowly, both not wanting to leave. "Remember, you pinky-swore." Roch whispered. I nodded, and pulled her in for one last kiss. It was like the last one, except less salty and more intense. She was so delicate, like water in my arms. She was the one to pull away again. "Godbye Josh." she said softly, giving me a peck on the cheek.

I watched her grab her camisole, denim shorts, and flashlight. She jogged to her house, leaving little tufts of sand at her heels. I kept watching her figure get smaller and smaller until I saw her open the door to her house. I started walking to the entrance of the beach to get my bike.

I didn't know much. But I did know that was the best last night of summer ever.

And I did know I would see her again.

I had to. I pinky-swore.

How did you like it? Very romantic, huh? But I still need a title! Help please!
xoxo,
chella