The first time we ever went to the beach together was actually

in the middle of the day. It is white-hot bright, and between the splashes

we aim at each other, I'm still wondering what we are; 

doeshelikemedoeshelikemenot?  

Your friend is with us, shorter, brasher, louder version of you who

kept us laughing until I felt tipsy on sea spray and sunshine,

 the sour tang of sunscreen grit in my teeth.

You two are starving, and I am the one elected to stay back while you 

hunt for food, twenty first century hunter-gatherers competing

with the hordes on the boardwalk. I am sleepy, the exhaustion of

running in the waves catching up to me and I doze until

 I hear your voices again. 

"Pizza!" you say, grease staining 

your fingers as you offer me the box. We eat, and swim, 

and then find a massacre on the towels waiting for us 

when we return.

Seagulls, those scavengers of the sea, 

have turned the sand around our spot in to a war

zone, pepperoni flayed in chunks and spreading

their stain amongst the dunes. You take off running,

shouting, generally pissing off every

 soccer mom in our vicinity. Teenage hoodlums,

who should know better.

I don't know you yet; maybe you don't know better,

but I want to know you, and somehow seeing you

chase after seagulls makes that all the more

transparent. 

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Little bit different of a format, by which I mean I actually attempted a format??

I'm not sure how I feel about it. What do you guys think?

Let me know down below. Thanks a ton for reading so far you guys! I may be switching up the order of some of these chapters as we go along, I don't really have a solid "layout" per se for this entire collection, but I'll keep you guys updated. 

If you guys like it go ahead and share it with others who may like it too! 

Anyway, talk later guys!

-Gabrielle