Chapter 1: Oakley's point of view
Ever since I was a little girl, I had always dreamed of living on the beach. It was like my getaway place. A place where I could be myself. No one could take that away. At least I thought so.
September 10th, 2018
On my 8th birthday, I had gotten a tiny snow globe with a tiny blue beach house on the sand. I loved it so much. “Oh my gosh!! Thank you so much, Dad!” I spoke. “You’re welcome. Do you like it?” “Of course, I do!” I stood up from my chair and ran up to my dad and hugged him tightly. I remember the touch of his hand on my back. His warm hugs were the best. After the party, I hugged all my friends goodbye and watched them as they left out the door. I never had many friends. Until that year. I had felt so good about it.
I went upstairs into my room and plopped myself onto my pink covered bed. I had begged and begged for the bed set. It was 50 dollars. A bit pricey for my dad
. That night I couldn’t fall asleep. I tossed and turned, and I finally gave up. I got out of my bed, putting on my tie-dyed bunny slippers and slipping my favorite brown knitted sweater over my head.
I creeped down the stairs. And I glanced at the clock on the wall, it was 11:35pm. I slid the back door open slowly. Slipping outside to sit on the deck, my head already tilted down at the pool. I thought about my day for a while until I layed down on the cold pavement there and fell asleep softly.
Next thing I knew there was a boy in my face. “Hey.” he said. His voice was soft but sort if deep. I rubbed my eyes trying to figure out if this was a dream. “Hello?” He repeated. “Huh? what?” I was confused. He had these dark brown eyes. Almost hazel. “What are you doing out here, arn’t you cold?” “I- I couldn’t sleep so I came out here...I must have passed out here.” He smiled “Seems like it,” His hair was curly and blonde, sort of a beach wave but on a boy. “What’s your name?” “Oakley.” I replied. “What’s your name?” He seems to hesitate for a moment before replying steadily, “Kylon.”
For a moment we sat in comfortable silence.
I finally sit up and creep to the edge of the poop, dangling my feet in the water, slowly swishing the water about.
He follows my movements slowly, his feet hitting the water softly. He breaks the silence. “How old are you?” He sounded curious. “Oh uhm, I just turned 8 today.” “Oh... Happy birthday.” He gave a soft smile. “Thanks” I smiled back. “How old are you?” I ask. “I’m 10.” We fall into comfortable silence once again. Waiting for the other person to speak first. “What did you get for your birthday?” He said. “Uhm just a few things, you know like clothes and stuff” I tried not to say barbies because he would have thought they were dumb or stupid. “Oh, what was your favorite thing.” I thought for a moment. “My dad got me a snow globe with a blue beach house; It’s pretty great.” I said proudly. “Nice, I would love to see it” He replied.
We talked for a long time, which felt like forever. After about 15 minutes, I felt my eyes droop, and he asked to walk me to the door. We get to the door, and he stares into my eyes as I glance back at the pool and then to him. “Wanna hang out in the morning?” He asked, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I laughed; he said it in a funny way. “Sure” I replied. “Great! Uh I mean cool.” He sounded nervous, but I′m not sure why.
“Good night” I say, “Good night” he replied and then he left out the front door.
That was the night I met the first boy I ever truly loved. Kylon Baker.
