I sat on the beach, my head against Adam’s chest, arms resting on either of his legs, watching as the ducks dunked their heads in and out of the water. I played with the laces of Adam’s converse and looked up at him.
“Have you ever heard of flip flops?” I teased.
He responded by slipping the shoes off and wiggling his toes into the sand. “Better?”
I nodded my head and he slipped his chin into my shoulder. “Would you answer something if I asked it?”
I laughed. “If you promise to go to the mall with me and get something other than those things.”
“If you answer the question I’ll dance around in a pink tutu for you.”
I turned so that I was facing him and watched as he rest his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
“This must be a serious question?” I guessed as I watched him looking at anything but me.
“Something has been bugging me…” he began and his eyes met mine.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words–they’ll destroy my soul?” he repeated my quote and his jaw clenched as he took in my face. I knew it was turning red.
“A pink tutu?” I teased and buried my own feet in the sand, wishing they were my head.
“You don’t have to answer…it’s just been really bugging me. I don’t want to push it,” he said as he reached forward and cradled my chin in his hand. “But I really just need to know what that means.”
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