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stuck my toes into the frigid water. Clay still had his back turned. “Come on, if I can do it, so can you.” He called to me. I sucked in a breath and jumped in. The cold of the water shocked the air right out of my lungs and I kicked myself to the surface. The water was really deep. A few feet from the shore, you couldn't feel the bottom any more.
“ Is it safe to look?” Clay asked. I treaded water, keeping most of my body submerged. “All clear.” I said. Clay turned around and I splashed him in the face. He sputtered and wiped water from his eyes. “Oh, that's it. Pay back's a bitch.” He growled and lunged for me. I yelped and swam away from him, laughing so hard that I drank a mouthful of nasty river water.
Clay finally caught me, his arms going around my waist. Before I could relish the feeling of his naked skin against mine, he hefted me out of the water and threw me. I landed with a huge splash. “You suck!” I yelled and went after him.
I dunked him, he threw me. I splashed him, he pulled me under. I felt like a little kid. I couldn't remember the last time I had that much fun. And Clay laughed and smiled the entire time.
After calling a truce in our ongoing water battle, Clay and I floated for a bit in the river. “This is so much fun, Clay. Thank you for hanging out with me.” I looked over at him. He smiled, but continued to look up at the sky. “So, spontaneous swimming isn't something you usually do?” He joked.
I snorted. “No way. The most spontaneous thing I've ever done is wear my hair down instead of a pony tail.” I couldn't help the tiny bit of bitterness that seeped into my voice. Clay finally looked at me. “Well, maybe we need to fix that.” He suggested with a small smile.
My stomach buzzed again. “I'm just...I don't know...bored, I guess. Everything, every day is the same. It gets tedious.” I made a face and Clay laughed. “I don't know. I could use a little monotony in my life. Spontaneity is exhausting.” He gave me another little splash and I looked at him in warning.
He laughed, a deep sound that made my breath hitch. “You don't have fun with your friends? I mean, I see you hanging around with some people. You always seem to be laughing and having a good time when you're with them.” Clay said.
He had just admitted that he watched me. OH MY GOD! I wanted to do a little tap dance, I was so happy. I looked at him and he ducked his head shyly, as if he realized what he had just admitted. God, I wanted to touch him so badly but didn't know if I should.
“ I love my friends. I've known Danny and Rachel my entire life. Our mothers were best friends growing up. But even that seems a little trite.” Clay raised his eyebrow at me. “Trite?” I nodded, swimming closer to the shore so I could sit down on the dirt floor of the river, the water lapping at my chin and keeping me warm from the quickly cooling air.
“ Well, you know, our parents were best friends so of course we're best friends. And we have this vanilla life with vanilla conversations and the occasional vanilla party on the weekends. Nothing crazy. Nothing to rock the boat. I feel like I've been doing the same thing for so long I don't know how to be anything different. Like I said, I'm just so bored. And anytime I try to talk to Rach or Danny about it, I just don't think they hear me. I mean. I feel almost...depressed with it all. I want to feel energized, passionate about something. Anything.”
Or someone . I thought to myself, looking at Clay who still tread water a few feet away from me. I had said more to him about my feelings than I had to anyone in a very long time. And Clay didn't look at me like I was crazy. In fact he seemed to take my words very seriously. And I swear it was in that moment that I began to
“ Is it safe to look?” Clay asked. I treaded water, keeping most of my body submerged. “All clear.” I said. Clay turned around and I splashed him in the face. He sputtered and wiped water from his eyes. “Oh, that's it. Pay back's a bitch.” He growled and lunged for me. I yelped and swam away from him, laughing so hard that I drank a mouthful of nasty river water.
Clay finally caught me, his arms going around my waist. Before I could relish the feeling of his naked skin against mine, he hefted me out of the water and threw me. I landed with a huge splash. “You suck!” I yelled and went after him.
I dunked him, he threw me. I splashed him, he pulled me under. I felt like a little kid. I couldn't remember the last time I had that much fun. And Clay laughed and smiled the entire time.
After calling a truce in our ongoing water battle, Clay and I floated for a bit in the river. “This is so much fun, Clay. Thank you for hanging out with me.” I looked over at him. He smiled, but continued to look up at the sky. “So, spontaneous swimming isn't something you usually do?” He joked.
I snorted. “No way. The most spontaneous thing I've ever done is wear my hair down instead of a pony tail.” I couldn't help the tiny bit of bitterness that seeped into my voice. Clay finally looked at me. “Well, maybe we need to fix that.” He suggested with a small smile.
My stomach buzzed again. “I'm just...I don't know...bored, I guess. Everything, every day is the same. It gets tedious.” I made a face and Clay laughed. “I don't know. I could use a little monotony in my life. Spontaneity is exhausting.” He gave me another little splash and I looked at him in warning.
He laughed, a deep sound that made my breath hitch. “You don't have fun with your friends? I mean, I see you hanging around with some people. You always seem to be laughing and having a good time when you're with them.” Clay said.
He had just admitted that he watched me. OH MY GOD! I wanted to do a little tap dance, I was so happy. I looked at him and he ducked his head shyly, as if he realized what he had just admitted. God, I wanted to touch him so badly but didn't know if I should.
“ I love my friends. I've known Danny and Rachel my entire life. Our mothers were best friends growing up. But even that seems a little trite.” Clay raised his eyebrow at me. “Trite?” I nodded, swimming closer to the shore so I could sit down on the dirt floor of the river, the water lapping at my chin and keeping me warm from the quickly cooling air.
“ Well, you know, our parents were best friends so of course we're best friends. And we have this vanilla life with vanilla conversations and the occasional vanilla party on the weekends. Nothing crazy. Nothing to rock the boat. I feel like I've been doing the same thing for so long I don't know how to be anything different. Like I said, I'm just so bored. And anytime I try to talk to Rach or Danny about it, I just don't think they hear me. I mean. I feel almost...depressed with it all. I want to feel energized, passionate about something. Anything.”
Or someone . I thought to myself, looking at Clay who still tread water a few feet away from me. I had said more to him about my feelings than I had to anyone in a very long time. And Clay didn't look at me like I was crazy. In fact he seemed to take my words very seriously. And I swear it was in that moment that I began to
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