Post by Cozmic on Aug 12, 2008 8:52:32 GMT -5
The sun was still far from setting when they finally reached the water. The boy was drunk on too much wine and nothing but a few beers (he could never handle his wine. Beer, sure, but never wine), the girl on wine, beer and the general mood of the evening. Technically, they could have fit the description adult, but neither had ever thought of themselves as such. The girl would die before 30, the boy never expected he would make it to 20, and did in fact suspect he died at 11, when the problems were at their worst, and his mind had not suppressed them to the constant stale war his mind fought every day. Hers was a father that was never present. His was one that had been, until the sickness claimed him. Neither of them had any happy memories.
Neither of them were really in any condition to go for a swim, or so he thought, but she had a way of convincing him that didn't require much more than a suggestion.
The water wasn't all that cold, at least, not until it finally reached his boxers and he decided to throw himself in and just bear it. With the cold water all issues seemed to wash away in a shower of playful bickering. Water splashed and faded smiles spread across the two youngsters faces.
They swam out a bit, knowing that no longer reaching the bottom was a risk that mattered not at all.
She pushed his head under water. It was one of those things she would do. He didn't much worry about lacking air, although the fact did linger at the back of his mind. She wouldn't hurt him. Not willingly, unless you counted the scratches and the bitemarks. Besides, fighting back would be even worse, he knew. Coming up for air, she was laughing and he was gasping, eyes smiling in the setting sun. The sun caught her eyes more than his.
”Look at it,” she said, in a clear voice. “Isn't life beautiful sometimes?”
“I guess,” he replied hesitantly.
“It might be nuts sometimes, but you can't deny that here, the two of us talking, swimming, in the sunset, that's beautiful.”
As he looked over at her treading water next to him, her arm around his shoulder in an embrace felt more by his heart than his skin, he knew she was right.
“Always remember that, okay?”
The swim back to the shore in the now-darkness was filled with even more splashing. And that was beautiful too.
“You know, it's funny. I might not remember all of this very well, but I'll always remember every word we said here.” She was slipping on her shoes, he was pulling on his shirt.
“It's all drunken sincerity.”
“You know everyone's gonna think we had sex, right?”
He didn't much care. She was beautiful, and somehow he felt that this had been way more important than a simple drunken coupling. Drunken couplings weren't his thing. She said they weren't really hers either, bu of course, neither could handle relationships. They slowly walked back to the party, where deep thoughts were secondary to the fun and enjoyment of life in general, both finding out just how much they might be to one another.
Neither of them were really in any condition to go for a swim, or so he thought, but she had a way of convincing him that didn't require much more than a suggestion.
The water wasn't all that cold, at least, not until it finally reached his boxers and he decided to throw himself in and just bear it. With the cold water all issues seemed to wash away in a shower of playful bickering. Water splashed and faded smiles spread across the two youngsters faces.
They swam out a bit, knowing that no longer reaching the bottom was a risk that mattered not at all.
She pushed his head under water. It was one of those things she would do. He didn't much worry about lacking air, although the fact did linger at the back of his mind. She wouldn't hurt him. Not willingly, unless you counted the scratches and the bitemarks. Besides, fighting back would be even worse, he knew. Coming up for air, she was laughing and he was gasping, eyes smiling in the setting sun. The sun caught her eyes more than his.
”Look at it,” she said, in a clear voice. “Isn't life beautiful sometimes?”
“I guess,” he replied hesitantly.
“It might be nuts sometimes, but you can't deny that here, the two of us talking, swimming, in the sunset, that's beautiful.”
As he looked over at her treading water next to him, her arm around his shoulder in an embrace felt more by his heart than his skin, he knew she was right.
“Always remember that, okay?”
The swim back to the shore in the now-darkness was filled with even more splashing. And that was beautiful too.
“You know, it's funny. I might not remember all of this very well, but I'll always remember every word we said here.” She was slipping on her shoes, he was pulling on his shirt.
“It's all drunken sincerity.”
“You know everyone's gonna think we had sex, right?”
He didn't much care. She was beautiful, and somehow he felt that this had been way more important than a simple drunken coupling. Drunken couplings weren't his thing. She said they weren't really hers either, bu of course, neither could handle relationships. They slowly walked back to the party, where deep thoughts were secondary to the fun and enjoyment of life in general, both finding out just how much they might be to one another.
