Davis Kendall observed the people dancing in front of him. He sat on the edge of the dock listening to the faint sounds of music in the background. He was not paying attention to reality but his subconscious instead. He had his gaze on a girl with chestnut hair and light brown eyes. Everyone around her disappeared because he only saw her dancing. He imagined himself walking up to her and holding her in his arms as they danced slowly to the rhythm and beats. He lifted her chin with his hand and bent down to kiss her lips. Her lips were getting closer, he could feel her breath and she closed her eyes. He closed his eyes and was centimeters away...
"Yo, Davis." A female voice said from behind him.
His thoughts immediately stopped and he watched the girl sit down next to him.
"Hey Marissa." He replied softly and looked up at the moon in the night sky, ignoring her light brown hair with natural highlights and innocent gray eyes.
"What's on your mind?" She asked.
"Nothing." He lied. What was he supposed to say? Ever since that girl, who he tried hard to forget, and he broke up, life was depressing. Nothing went right. All he could think of the way their mouths touched the first time they shared their first kiss.
"You're bluffing. It's about Tammy isn't it?" She accused. He cringed at the sound of her name.
"What gives you that idea?" He said trying to sound indifferent.
"Maybe because you've been staring at her the whole night in your own little dream world?"
"That could be a good reason to think such a thing." He said sarcastically.
Marissa rolled her eyes and sighed.
"She's not worth your time to just mope over her." She replied saddened. "I know it's hard but you've got to move on."
"You're wasting your breath." He snapped.
"Fine, Stubborn, I'm going to go in the lake to swim. Feel free to join me and get over Tammy."
Davis scowled at her as she walked away. He watched her take off her shirt to reveal her blue bikini top and then her shorts to reveal the matching bottom. She jumped into the water and swam out farther until it was too dark to see her. He turned his attention back to where Tammy had been, but she was no where to be seen.
"Damnit." He muttered under his breath and got up to go inside the club house. He recognized a few people but hurried over to the fridge to get a fresh can of soda. He closed the door and came face-to-face with Tammy. She blushed while she managed a weak 'sorry' and then ran off. Davis stood there not knowing where to go. Should he go after her and talk to her, or sit on the edge of the dock again, or hang out in the club house?
"You look lonely." Marissa's voice said from behind him.
"What are you woman, my stalker?" He laughed.
"Yes, I've been stalking you ever since you moved to this screwed up city." She said with a serious face. He gave her a questioning look and she cracked a smile. He grinned back and embraced her into a hug.
"You little trouble maker." He laughed. "What am I going to do with you?"
"More like what am I going to do with you? And if you haven't noticed, I'm very much still wet."
Davis finally snapped back to his senses and could feel the water starting to soak into his white Billabong shirt.
"I needed that." He joked and let go of her.
"I'm sure." She joked back and pushed her long, wet hair behind her shoulder. She placed her left hand over her stomach and he noticed a cut that looked at least a day old.
"What happened to you there?" He asked concerned.
"Oh, n-nothing." Her voice cracked. "Just, you know. Damn that dog Coral, always rowdy."
"Yeah, he's a little monster." He agreed. Times of playing with Coral flashed through Davis's mind.
"But, um, yeah, I'm going to go back over to talk to Riley. You can come if you want."
"Not right now. I'm going to go hang out on the deck."
"Oh, well that's where Riley and Thomas are."
"Well then we're going in the same direction now, aren't we?"
"It seems that way."
They both walked to the back of the club and out the sliding glass doors. There they found Riley and Thomas talking in the corner, sitting at a picnic table. They joined them and sat down on the opposite side of the table.
"Hey, strangers." Riley welcomed them with her intriguing blue eyes. Her blonde hair was a mess from swimming but she still looked as hot as anytime Davis had seen her. Thomas had put his arm around her and smiled at Davis and Marissa.
"So what do we owe the pleasure of you joining our little peaceful table?" Thomas smirked and his brown eyes showed much amusement. He had thought Davis and Marissa had a thing for each other but they were merely just best of friends. Thomas put his hand in his black hair before either of them answered.
"We were bored and needed a rescuing." Marissa told him.
"Ah, so we're life savers now, eh?"
"Why, of course."
"I feel special now." He laughed.
"Well, you are special . . . in your own little way." Riley grinned.
"My mommy always told me I was special." He said pretending to have trouble talking by sounding like a 5 year old.
"You were always the comedian, Tom." Davis said sarcastically.
"You know you love me Davis." He joked, trying to keep a straight face.
"Oh yes, with all my heart. Ooh baby, ooh baby, I want you, I want you." He replied trying to sound serious but he couldn't. They all burst out laughing at the corny joke the two had just attempted.