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BRIELLE

The wind blows my hair from side to side, getting in my eyes as I stare out into the sea from the edge of the pier.

I didn't even know Connecticut had piers, but seeing as my brother wanted to come to the arcade before going back home, we ended up here.

But the arcade is filled with whiny little kids who get in your personal space, which I'm not dealing with today.

It's not like I don't like kids, they just gross the shit out of me. And freak me out with the whole birth thing.

"How come you're not playing some dance game in there?" A deep voice comes from next to me, scaring me a little.

Looking back into the arcade that's filled with bright red and blue colours, shaking my head before turning back to Grayson next to me.

It was a few days later now, and Grayson has weirdly come back to my house every single day after-school. Staying until late, before trudging out of the house looking like an unhappy shit.

"You think I'd play a dance game?" I ask, using my arm as a prop to hold my head up so I can look at him.

Grayson stares into the sea, the wind lightly blowing his light waves around. But that's until he pulls his hood up.

"Maybe," He shrugs, pushing both hands into his pocket.

Turning back round, I look back out to see, watching waves brake onto the sand and on each other. Some people are swimming, swimming.

In this weather.

"How come you're not freezing?" He asks, looking down at me from his stupidly tall height. His eyes slightly hooded as he watches me.

It's only know, I notice a small bruise under his eye, I swear that wasn't there before? Maybe it's from hockey, seeing as Ben came back with a lump on his head.

Simply from head butting a wall in the changing room.

"England was cold all year around, you get used to it after a while," I answer back, looking into the sea.

Plus this jumper is actually quite thick so I'm not freezing, but just a little cold. But it's fine, it's better than getting attacked by screaming kids.

"Right," Grayson nods, moving his eyes off me and back into the distance.

We fall silent, the sound of waves is the only thing we hear for the next few minutes. It's calming, listening to the sea, I don't know why: it just is.

"What's your favourite colour?" I ask, even though it is pretty obvious. This boy constantly wears black, his phone case is black.

"What's yours?" Grayson counters, completely ignoring my question.

I narrow my eyes at him, "Red or sage green."

I can see him slightly nod from the corner of my eyes, still not making an effort to answer my question.

"Favourite Artist?" I question, trying to make some kind of conversation. But it really isn't working.

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