What: Best. Date. Ever.
Where: The beach
When: Late evening, Monday July 11
After weeks of begging over the phone and then in person, Luke had finally agreed to go to the beach with Colby. Sure, the conditions were a little much: they had to go where no one else would be, when no one else would be out, and that Colby had to behave himself. Or try to, anyway. Colby had promised, but he hadn't given any guarantees. He immediately regretted the promise once he saw what Luke was wearing: swim trunks and a long-sleeved shirt. Pale legs. It was a miracle Colby hadn't crashed on the way there.
Somehow they managed to make it there in one piece; as soon as they arrived to the secluded spot, Colby had stripped off his shirt. He was glad he had had the foresight to put the towels in the front of the car. On his way out of the car he grabbed them and then rushed over to Luke's side.
"When's the last time you went swimming?" Colby asked, throwing the towel around Luke's shoulders and using it to draw him in closer.