Coral Bay Beach was a hidden beach in the southern part of our island. It's a fifth-teen minute hike from the road side.

The view was beautiful when we reached our destination. Pink sand and clear water. Nobody was there, so that made the experience so much better.

"This is amazing."

He quickly took off his shoes and rolled up the legs of his pants and ran to the water. He started to laugh as the water touched his toes.

"This feels good!"

He looked happy.

"Are you coming?" he shouted.

"Wait! I need a picture first."

I quickly set the bag of ice cream cakes on the sand and pulled out my phone.

"Smile!"

Donovan instantly smiled and his smile made me smile. I was grinning like a fool as I took the pictures of him, since he started doing funny poses.

"Let's take a selfie," he offered and I rolled up the legs of my pants and took off my shoes and moved closer to the water. It was really cold, it was a contrast to the hot sun.

"We need to face the sun. For better lighting," Donovan insisted. I did as I was told. Donovan stood in front of me and I held my phone before us. I moved closer to him and smiled and so did he. I took the picture and instantly checked the finished product. My freckles always looked darker in direct sunlight, as they did in the picture. My eyes were bright. They don't usually looked this bright. Donovan's brown skin, glowed in the picture. Our height difference was very apparent from the picture. I liked it.

"Ice cream?" I asked.

He nodded and followed me back to the shore and sat on the sand beside me.

"Strawberry for you." I handed him the strawberry ice cream bar and took the chocolate for myself.

"Smakkelijk Eten!" We said in unison, which caused Donovan to laugh.

"At least you're good at Dutch," he teased.

I scoffed. "The only subjects I'm passing are History, French, Dutch and English and Math. It's seems like I'm only good at languages and study subjects. I suck at everything else."

"We can't have it all. I'm not great at languages or -"

"Says the persons who has an average of a 88 for Spanish."

"I'm a 90 or higher student. So that's basically a fail."

"I literally hate you."

"No, you don't," he said and squeezed my cheek. "Have you applied for schools as yet?"

"I don't think I'm ready for that."

"Ready for what?" He bit into the bar.

"To be on my own. I'd rather find a solution or job here, so I won't be far from my family. I love them too much to leave."

Before Jean died, I knew I wanted to travel abroad. I never had a solid idea of what I wanted, but I knew I wanted to explore.When he died, I became dependent on my parents for so much. Emotionally, I don't think I'd survive. I came to terms with that, and I was content living that way, until this moment.

"Oh, I wanna explore. I've got to see Paris, Amsterdam and Madrid. After learning the languages, I think it's only right I visit their homes."

The blazing sun, caused my ice cream to melt right off of the stick and land on my school shirt.

"Oh crap!" I exclaimed. My sudden movement caused Donovan to drop his ice cream in the sand.

"Jeremy! Look what you did. You owe me."

I ignored him as I pulled off my polo, and wiped the ice cream off as much as I could. I felt a lot cooler in my white undershirt.

"Sorry, Don. I'll buy you ice cream on the way home."

"I was just joking."

"Wait, I bought Oreos at the store." I tore the bag open and pulled out the cookies. "Enjoy."

"You spoil me. Thank you." He squeezed my cheek again. I loved when he did that.

"So, what study did you apply for?"

"I think I want to study Medicine."

"That's huge. What made you pick it?"

"I like helping people." He was good at that.

"That's the most basic answer. You're about to spend over ten years of life, working on this. Why?"

He paused.

"I'm fascinated by the human body. Our make up isn't like any other and I'd like to be a part of anything that'll progress medicine." I gave him a round of applause, which earned me a poke in my belly.

"Stop being lame."

"Anyways, did I cheer you up? I think I did." He gave me his million dollar smile. The smile that made his eyes smaller, and his cheeks bigger. It was easy to love his smile.

"You did. Too bad I'm probably going to die when my parents realize I skipped."

"They won't. The teachers don't care about attendance."

"I hope so. At first I was nervous, but I don't regret it. This beach, the vibe, you, it made me happy. Thanks Jeremy."

"You're welcome."

"I have a question." His nose wrinkled and he stopped making eye contact with me. "Would you ever date Brianna?"

I rolled my eyes so hard, I thought they'd get stuck there. "That's such an odd question. For you information, I would and could never date Brianna."

"Oh."

"Forget about her. She's annoying. After our senior class voted for her in August to represent us and to make sure everything's okay amongst the students, she began having an attitude problem. It's not cool. I don't like her. I never have and I never will."

"I see. It's sad because she's beautiful."

I scoffed. "She's not beautiful to me. She has a very ugly soul."

"Jeremy, that's a bit harsh."

"Was it harsh when she tried to hit you?"

"It wasn't, but we should be the change we want to see. Everything doesn't need a negative solution. I kind of regret what I told her. I just panicked and I said the first things that came to mind. Next time anything comes up, I'll reply with love."

Is it possible to roll my eyes on the inside. The reason why nobody messes with me, is because I put them all in their place. I'm not afraid to fight either. Jean always replied with love and look where it got him. I know anger and hate won't ever be good for me, but in this world, I feel like it's the only option.

"How about no. There won't be a next time. Brianna needs to stay in her lane. It's okay to get angry, Donovan."

"I don't like being angry. It's not good for me. Did you know you use more muscles when you frown than smile?"

"I actually did know that. Too bad, I love frowning. What time do you have to be home? Or are your parents picking you up?"

His eyes widened and he checked his phone. "Dad has to pick me up at two thirty. It's now twenty five minutes past two. I'm dead."

He quickly stood up and dust himself off. He dialed a number and put his phone to his ear. He looked nervous and I felt bad. "Hi, Dad. Umm... are you at the school already? Jeremy said he'd give me a ride home. Oh, you're running late. Okay. I'll tell him. I love you too."

He shoved his phone into his pocket with a sigh. "Dad was running late. So he just went back to work. He said "Hi."

"Oh."

"We should go." We held our shoes in our hand and headed for the car. Donovan linked his fingers through mine and pulled me in for a hug.

"I'm never doing this again. This was too stressful. I'm a good child. Next time you decide to skip, you're doing it alone."

"Okay," I mumbled into his hair. His hair always smelled so sweet.

"Thanks for today. You always make things better."

He looked up at me.The way he looked at me confused me. I didn't understand what the look on his face meant. He unlinked his hand from mine and moved it towards my face. His hand lightly cupped my face. I instantly stopped moving, unaware of what was going on.

"Don..."

He removed his hand. "I'm sorry."

"Are you okay?"

His smiled didn't reach his eyes, but he offered it to me anyway. "Yes, I'm fine. Your face is so smooth, I just wanted to feel it."

"Let's go!" He moved away from me and walked ahead of me.

I've never been in a position like that with anyone in my life. Yet, I didn't want Donovan to stop.

Is something wrong with me for having these feelings?