The sun warmed your body, the sand hot underneath you.
“Enjoying your nap?” Johnny asks, smiling.
You ilipat your arm to block the sun out of your eyes.
“I was until you had to ruin it.” You groan.
“I’m sorry.” He says, laying down on his stomach susunod to you.
“You know, you’re really boring at the beach. All you’ve done is sleep.” He groans.
“Because I’m tanning and I like sleeping.” You mumble
“Well that’s kinda boring. Why don’t you come into the water?”
“Because it’s freezing.” You complain.
“It’s not that cold.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Well, you have to get in the water to know officially.”
He stands up, and flips you onto his shoulder. “We’re getting into the water.”
“Johnny! Put me down! Put me down!” You say. “I’m not getting in!”
“Yes you are.” He lets you drop into the the salty, freezing cold water.
“Johnny!” You yell. “It’s freezing.”
“But you’re in the water.” He grins.
“Enjoying your nap?” Johnny asks, smiling.
You ilipat your arm to block the sun out of your eyes.
“I was until you had to ruin it.” You groan.
“I’m sorry.” He says, laying down on his stomach susunod to you.
“You know, you’re really boring at the beach. All you’ve done is sleep.” He groans.
“Because I’m tanning and I like sleeping.” You mumble
“Well that’s kinda boring. Why don’t you come into the water?”
“Because it’s freezing.” You complain.
“It’s not that cold.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Well, you have to get in the water to know officially.”
He stands up, and flips you onto his shoulder. “We’re getting into the water.”
“Johnny! Put me down! Put me down!” You say. “I’m not getting in!”
“Yes you are.” He lets you drop into the the salty, freezing cold water.
“Johnny!” You yell. “It’s freezing.”
“But you’re in the water.” He grins.
You smiled at him, waiting for him to continue. He grabbed your hand. “I thought it’d be the coolest thing to be a train. I don’t even know why. Maybe because they’re always moving, they’re big, I don’t know.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“But as I got older, I realized I was like a train. Always pushing forward, no turning around of anything. From the looks of it, my train was going to end me up in jail.” He stops walking at the track switch.
“(Y/N), you were like my track switch. My train was headed for nowhere till you came along. Now I see my train going somewhere, to a house, a family, a life.” He pauses. “And I wanted to say thank you.” He says quietly.
You just balutin your arms around him.