"WHAT are we doing today?" Aahana asked.

"Do you have anything in mind?" He countered, looking up from his laptop.

Aahana grinned. "I do."

He raised his eyebrow. "How about we eat something first? I can't eat granola bars anymore." She snickered at his comment. He nodded and shut his laptop. She grabbed her bag and took out a sling purse. They both walked out of their hotel room and aimed towards the restaurant. They had a simple meal and Aahana asked him to follow him to the reception.

Samantha smiled at them and stood from her chair. "Hello, Mr. Miller and Ms. Mehta. Are you two having a good time?"

Aahana leaned to the table to rest her elbows on the wooden surface. "Uh-huh. Do you have any rental bicycles—in yellow perhaps?"

"Let me check." She sat back down and punched some keys on the computer. She frowned. "I'm sorry, ma'am. We just have one available." Everett huffed from behind. Aahana knew what he must be thinking.

Do they have just one of everything?

"We do have roller skates."

A loophole, of course.

Aahana tried her best not to show her disappointment. After a quick debate, she agreed upon the two available choices. Samantha guided them to the back of the hotel where she showed the rental bicycle and the skates. Samantha left saying 'choose the one you like.'

"Like we had a choice." He rolled his eyes after she left. He peered at Aahana. "Why don't we just use the van?"

"Because it's not as fun as cycling." She shrugged.

"Who is taking what?"

"I'll take the roller skates." She smiled.

"You can skate?" He sounded amused.

"No, but I'm about to find out. Don't worry, I'll nail it."

"Oh, no. I'm going to die!" She shouted as she rolled her way on the pathway. She heard Everett snort but she was focused on her legs. She didn't know how to stop. They had barely left the Peakview Plaza neighbourhood.

"This is worse than ice-skating," She mumbled.

Everett was chilled as he slowly rode on the black bicycle, keeping up with her. "You have ice-skated?"

"No, you idiot." Her eyes were on her legs while her hands were flung on her two sides. "Stop this thing. I don't know how to stop it. I don't want to ride on this!" She was shouting like he was miles away from her and she had crossed the speed limit when in reality, they were just as fast as normal pedestrians.

"I don't want to ride on this," he mocked. "Title of your sex tape."

Aahana dared to shoot him a glare. "I don't have time for your Brooklyn Nine Nine references. Can you help me slow down?"

"Do you even know how slow we are?"

"Help me, asshole!" He laughed and got down from his bicycle. He paced and clutched her arm, making her stop. She sighed in relief as both her hands rested on his shoulders. "I was so close to death." She took the helmet out with one hand while the other was squeezing his shoulder tightly. "Can we swap?" She pleaded. Everett smirked.

"Wait here," he said. He jumped back on the bicycle and rode back in the direction he came from. Aahana yelled his name but he rode away. About ten minutes later, she saw him skating his way through her on the pathway. He skillfully paused when he approached her.

She widened her eyes. "Well, if we are going to die. Let's die together." He chuckled. He grabbed the helmet from her hands and placed it on her head. He tightened the belt below her chin. Aahana watched him do it smoothly. His fingers lingered on her skin. His eyes darkened when his gaze met her.

His lips parted. "Let's go." He held her arm and dragged her along with him. He explained to her to move her legs in a certain motion and they skated together. Hand in hand. Or mostly, arm in hand. Aahana clutched him so tightly that her nails tore into his skin. But she was oblivious. They were going faster than before but she still felt like they were out of control. They stopped a couple of times before reaching the destination she wanted to go.

"The Paradise Central." He read the board on top of them.

"The fun is about to begin, Miller." She took her skates off. Her legs were a little wobbly but she was filled with adrenaline to even care about it. He took his skates and helmet off as well. She guided him to an old house which was to their left. The house was wrecked but a couple was entering the house. Aahana sensed that Everett was feeling sceptical as they walked to the old cabin.

The door creaked open. Despite the bright sun outside, there was little to no light reaching inside. Just some beams from the broken roof. As they stepped on the flashboards, it squeaked.

"Um, what are we doing exactly?" He asked. Uncertainty lacing his voice.

"Follow me," she replied vaguely. He sighed but followed her to the supposed kitchen. There was dust settled on the dining table and the counter. She crouched down near one of the cabinets and opened it. He expected her to be greeted by dust but instead, the cabinet was clean. She looked in the cabinet.

"Damn it." She shut the cabinet and opened another one. She smiled when she found clothes in the other one. She grabbed two cloth pieces and tossed one to him.

"What is this?" He said while catching one. It was a swimming trunk in his hand and a full swimming suit in hers.

"Wear it and keep your clothes in this cabinet." She pointed at one cabinet. "I'm going to change in the other room," she said.

"What if we get robbed?"

She eyed him behind him. "Zelda will take care of it." He turned around and saw an old lady standing right behind him. He swallowed his shriek and flinched by the extreme closeness. Aahana stifled her laugh and walked to the other room to change. She waited for him to change in the kitchen. She guided him to the back door that led them to the woods.

"That lady creeps me out. Are you sure she is not a witch or something?" Aahana laughed at him as they walked into the woods.

"What is this place?" She didn't answer and waited for them to reach the lake.

"This area is owned by Zelda." He looked around. The lake was huge and filled with many people. "And almost everyone at Peakview comes here during summer."

He furrowed his eyebrow. His eyes were fixed at the people swimming in the lake. The air was filled with the heat of the sun and the giggles of the people. "Why doesn't she fix the house if she earns so much?"

She shook her head. "It is for free. Her husband died a couple of years ago and I don't know where her children are. My grandfather and Zelda were close friends. I asked her why she didn't use this as a source of income but she hit me up with not every source of happiness is measured in money."

"Very wise." He said. "Still creepy, though."

"You know what else could be creepy?" She twisted her lips. "The people say Zelda drowned her husband right in this lake." She flashed him a grin.

"WHAT?"

And she jumped.

who doesn't love a good swim? would you rather swim in a pool or a lake?

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