Always

Chapter Two: Misters & Pictures

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I remember the first time I met Brian Torres and his goofy smile that always made my heart flutter inside. 

   It was a hot summer day at the beach, everybody enjoying the sun and water before it all ended. I was walking along the beach, feeling the sand tickle the bottom of my feet. My hair was pulled back into a messy bun, where some parts were dangling free from the wind. The sun was scorching my whole body as I kept walking along with a small smile upon my face. I might as well seem like I'm having a great time like everyone else. At least they have family or friends to spend the summertime with. 

   I sigh to myself, wishing that I had someone with me. To be honest, I felt like someone heard my silent wish, for some guy who was really tall, and twice my size knocks me down to the hot sand, the ocean's waters splashing me with it's coldness. 

   “Whoa, dude! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?” 

   As I looked down at the sand, I suddenly felt so stupid for not watching out where I was going. Why am I such a clumsy person? So clueless to not think about these things? I silently curse myself for being the way I am. 

   “Are you alright?” The guy asks me once again. 

   “I'm fine.” I mumble. I'm not even sure if he'd heard me, but at this moment I didn't care, because I wanted to hide in one of those changing-locker-rooms, and disappear. 

   “You sure?” I was surprised he could ever hear me, but I could only nod. 

   “Here.” Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his hand reaching out towards me. I look at him, and my heart, or, what I could feel, instantly thudded against my chest. 

   This guy had sandy-blonde hair that was swiped back from the wind, some of his hair flying along with the wind. His eyes were so blue. Blue like the morning sky whenever I woke up to look out the window. He was tall and muscular, and a smile was on his face, with a dimple on the left side. He had a very good looking facial appearance. His cheekbones weren't too high, or too low, they were just right. His nose had a very sharp looking curve, but it fit perfectly where it was at, making his smile seem more real, if that makes any sense. His lips were shaped perfectly, so perfect, that when he spoke his words came out smooth and quick. 

   “I don't bite.” His words brought me back to the real world. I felt my cheeks burn as I slide my hand in his. 

   “Thanks.” I mumble quickly as I run the sand off of me, and I start to walk away when he says to me, “I'm Brian Torres.” 

   No matter how much I denied it, or no matter how much I told myself to forget about him, he still stayed in my mind even though I walked away from him, his presence haunting my every move until I saw him once again. 

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