Pico's Perspective

I drove off with a very stressed blueberry boy holding on to me tighter than a shark's jaws. I eventually stopped near the beach, jumping when Keith squeezed me tightly at the end. "Jesus-! Give me room to breathe man-!" I choked out and Keith quickly let go of me. "O-oh! Sorry!" He blurted out and hopped off of the bike. I sighed in relief and breathed deeply before getting off. I propped up the flame style motorcycle and stretched. "Riding my motorcycle is great and all- really exciting- but I am so stiff after that-." I complained and felt hands gently rub my shoulders from behind. I took a moment to panic before realizing it was my dumbass ex. "Want me to massage you?" He offered and I snickered. "Oh Keith, you are so submissive- grow some balls and get the clothing." I snarkily ordered and snickered as he blushed and did as he was told without a thought. "C'mon, are you a man or a wimp? Did I not bully you enough in high-school?" I joked and laughed a bit. He flinched and sadly stared at the ground. Aw shit, he can't take a joke. I sighed and wrapped an arm around him. "Ey, if you can act more manly then I'll lay off on the cruel jokes okay?" I told him in hopes of easing his sadness. "Y-Yeah... okay." He whispered and looked at me with these big puppy eyes of sadness. "Aaaah you asshole- c'mon." I said and dragged him to the bathrooms nearby to change. I took my dark red swim trunks from him and then grabbed his hand before he could walk to a stall. "Ey. I didn't mean ta be hard on you or anything, I just.. I'm like that y'know?" "I know..." He whimpered and hugged me. "It's okay Pico, I kinda get it. You want me to toughen up." He said while looking up at me with those adorable eyes. "Mhm. Now no more lovey dovey, let's get changed." I said sternly and peeled him off of me so I could change.

After both of us had settled on the beach, Keith was laying on the sand and groaning. "But how do I be more manlyyyyy?" He groaned and looked at me. "I've been put with girls my whole life- I'm influenced by them so much-." He whined and I smirked. "Lemme ask you a very important question-." "What?" He asked and looked up at me curiously. "Do you know this is a nude beach?" "PICOOOO! OH MY GOD OH MY G-." I cut him off my slapping my face on to his mouth. "I brought you here. To face the fact. That you. Are. A. Man. If you wanna be manly, you gotta be proud of it. C'mon." I said, trying to also explain why I had come here. I was lying, I mostly wanted to stare at the hot babes, but still. Pico gently pulled off my hand from his oh-so-kissable lips and sighed. "I guess.. It won't be so bad. You have a gun anyways." He said unsurely, attempting to reassure himself. I eagerly took off my swim trunks without a second thought and glanced at him. "Go on hot stuff, show me what's bigger than in high-school." I said and laughed at my own flirt. He turned bright red and slowly, shamefully took off his swim trunks. "Hey now, that isn't bad. That's a respectable 5-6 inches." I reassured him and he sat up, looking at himself with no self-confidence. "I.. I don't think I look okay.." He whispered and looked at me with big round unsure eyes. I smiled at him and rubbed his back. "No way dude, you look great. And now that we're at the beach, you won't be so stupidly pale-." I joked to get his mind off of it. He laughed and smiled, seemingly feeling better. He laid back down on the sand and sighed contently with a happy grin. "If you think I'm okay, then I guess I am. I know you don't lie about that kind of thing, you love making fun of people." He said, making a very good point. "Well yeah, duh." I replied honestly, owning that questionably good quality about myself.

"... Hey Keith, remember the last time we were at a beach..?" I asked, terrible memories resurfacing in my mind. He visibly flinched and frowned. "Mhm..." He hummed out, surprisingly calm sounding. "We broke up here... I definitely remember. I uh... slapped you... And... I told you I hated you." He recalled, getting sadder and quieter as he went. "I'm.. Sorry... For being such a horrible, toxic boyfriend back then..." I apologized with pain in my voice and tears threatening to escape my tear ducts. My mind began to race with unwanted thoughts and feelings from that moment in the past. I could remember every second so clearly now... Every heartbreaking moment.

-memory-

I stood silently across from my once boyfriend and a shaky sigh escaped my lips. My mind raced with thoughts as I covered my face and me legs trembled. All of me began to break down as more thoughts pounded against my very delicate heart. He's right. I hurt him. I took advantage of his kindness... His patience... I never listened to him when he needed me to. I choked out sobs as my weak, noodle-like legs gave in on me, causing me to fall to the ground and weep uncontrollably. I stayed in the same depressed state of mind, this nightmare-ish moment for what seemed lie an eternity before seeing through wet, irritated eyes a pair of feet in front of me. I shook more as the familiar boy who had just crushed me gave me a tight hug. I sobbed and cried out in pain and panic, not even caring who was holding me. I clung to him desperately and buried my face in to his pale white neck, barely registering his hand that rubbed my back to comfort me. I eventually quieted down enough to hear his words. "It's.. It's okay Pico... It's all gonna be okay. I'm here for you.." He told me in a calm, soothing voice. I sniffled and breathed sporadically, still having a panic attack. I quivered weakly in his arms as he laid down with me, allowing me to look at him. He was just.. Here for me... Like always. Even though it hurt him too.