"Where are we going?" I asked Damon, for like the millionth time already.
"You'll see when we get there. Calm your t**s," He answered, clearly annoyed by my whining.
Can't he just tell me?
Ugh.
"Are we there yet?" I asked him.
"No. Otherwise we would've stopped walking."
I kept my mouth shut.
Well just for a few minutes, before I asked him again, "Are we there yet?"
"God dammit! You're the most impatient girl i've met!" He complained.
"If you would just tell me where we are going, I wouldn't bother you" I told him.
"We are here" he finally said, stopping.
We were at the beach, surrounded by little kids running around, making sand castles, teenagers hanging out, parents and some couples. Just like any other normal beach.
"You could have just said that we were going to the beach,
