“You’re tired? That’s all I’m going to get?” fuck I’m sick of this too.

“Yeah I’m tired…I’m tired of fighting. I’m tired of…of playing these little games Carmen.” they form so easily on my tongue, and I can see that she hurt by them. “I just want you, all of you…I don’t want to feel bad about a girl looking at me when I walk down the street…I don’t want to have to guess what I said to make you mad at me…I’m sorry about the article, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry Shane, it’s not your fault.” hearing her say that makes it easier, I don’t know why but it does. “I’m tired of these too Shane…it’s just I want to be with you, more than anything. But it’s hard…I don’t know what to do Shane because one minute your there and the next…you can’t keep pushing me away.”

Staring at her watching her lips move hearing that and I just want to kiss her. This is horrible I should be thinking of how to make this all work. I shouldn’t be thinking of how fast I can take her clothes off.

“Shane just promise me that if I start on the whole bitchy jealous game again you’ll stop Me.” dragging on my cigarette, trying to calm down.

“Ok, just promise me that if I do shut you out you’ll talk to me…I don’t mean to shut you out it’s just I get scared.” flicking away the cigarette watching the embers spark with new life before they land.

“That what love is Shane, its part of the whole…experience.” turning to her and I just want to make her stop talking, to taste her mouth on mine.

She just stares into my eyes, and I forget what the fuck I was thinking. What the hell am I’m suppose to be saying. God I can just sit staring into her eyes forever, I just want the beach. She smiles and that warm tingling vibe runs down my spine, fuck say something to keep her smiling, anything.

“I can surf.” where the fuck did that come from?

“What?” shit that smile, if I could only have one thing in the world it would be that smile.