Rock With You: A Love Story

racing heartbeat

Michael's POV

Minutes later, I was stood by the front door waiting for Belle to finish getting ready. The warm, smothering wind dusted my body through the crack in the door, as I held it ajar with my foot. My red swimming trunks blew from the gusts of wind, sending shivers around my body.
"Come on!" I shout, smiling. I couldn't help but smile when around Belle.
"I'm here, I'm here!" She exclaimed, as I turn to see her little legs running down the grand staircase. She was wearing a sweet teal bikini with a dark grey kimono hanging off her delicate shoulders. Her flip flops slapped the marble as she ran, her relaxed, ebony curls swaying behind her. She had a little beach bag on her shoulder too, with tassels and details.
"You look hot." She said, walking towards me, taking her hand in mine. I felt my lips curl into a smile, as I admired her effortless beauty. She looked up at me, and noticed my gazing eyes upon her. "Sorry I was a bit late, I couldn't find a towel." She said, giggling.
"It's alright, Bel. Common, this way." I said, pulling her in the opposite direction she was walking.
"We aren't taking the limo?" She said, tilting her head to one side.
"No, it's getting cleaned. We'll take the white one." I said, pointing to the stretched, white limo on the opposite side of the lay-by. I feel Belle shrug nonchalantly as she continues to skip to the car.
The car rolls down the busy streets of California, both Belle's and my eyes are glued to the windows. We gaze outside as the sun splashes golden light onto our faces. The orange hue of the city lays onto the surroundings, bringing joy and laughter to everyone out. It was a happy day.
We pull up to the beach, stretching across the landscape. The tropical-looking ocean creating a clear line beside the cloudless sky.
"This beach is huge!" Belle breathed, her eyes wide.
"I know, and there's so many people." I say, mimicking her amazed voice.
"Look!" She said pointing at all the people doing water sports. Some gliding along the sea gracefully, some unapologetically face planting the ocean.
"That'll be us." I whisper in her ear, before clambering out the whole limo. "Thanks guys." I say to Ben and Simon, holding the door open.
"It's alright Mike. When will you need taking home?" Ben says, now leaning on the car with his hands over his eyes blocking the sun.
"Probably a while, a few hours. You guys come on the beach and relax for a while." I say, the sun gently warming my back.
"Thank you!" I hear Simon exclaim, as he runs off to the beach, wearing a wetsuit with a board in his hand.
I chuckle, "Someones prepared."
"We were hoping you'd let us come on the beach too." Ben laughs, drooping his black work trousers to the ground, to reveal violet swimming trunks.
"I'm so ready." Belle says, shutting the door behind her. She stands with her hands on her hips with confidence, but still looks small and cute. I put my hand on her shoulder and we walk to the beach.
The hot sand burns my feet, but I don't mind. We drop our stuff to the ground at the edge of the beach around a corner. No one could see us here, there would be no unwanted paparazzi...hopefully.
"What are we gonna do?" Belle squeals with excitement, clapping her hands together.
"What do you wanna start with?" I say, flashing a grin.
"Jet ski's!" She shouts after thinking for a few seconds.
"Good idea." I say, as we interlock fingers and traipse over to the Ben and Simon. They rented the skis for us, as I couldn't get noticed.
We soon get our jet skis, mine is a fluorescent yellow and Bel's is a dark blue, matching the swirling ocean.
There were a few clouds above now, casting spells on the ocean, but the waves were only small.
I hop onto my jet ski and fasten my life jacket tightly. I look to my left to see Belle doing the same. Her hair was flying through the strong wind, behind her face.
"Ready, baby?" I say, giving Belle a wink. She grasps her hands around the handle bars of her ski, and gives me a nod. I pull my feet up from out the warm, cloudy water and onto the hard plastic of the jet ski. Twisting the handle bar, my ski shoots off. It was more vigorous than I expected, but then again I haven't ever done this before. The water sprays softly into my face as I zoom through the ocean, slicing it with the propellers. I whip my head back, my damp hair flicking my cheek, to see Belle. She has a wide smile painted across her beautiful face as she drives near behind me.
We soon come to a halt, in the midst of the warm blue waves. "You wanna go back?" I say, grinning.
"No! Let's go deeper." She says, her face full of determination and excitement. Her eyes twinkling in the glorious sun, as she zooms ahead of me. She has such an adventurous trait, which made her even more interesting. She would never say no to an experience.
I notice my safety ankle band has come loose, so I bend down to tighten it. My jet ski was not bobbing up and down, swaying side to side as the waves pushed it. The waves created by the clouds were now enlarging, as they crash over the front of my jet ski. I look down into the ocean, to see nothing but a dark pool of the unknown. No seaweed, no fish, no sand, just black. A shiver runs down my spine, as I tilt my head black to check the sky. We were told if the sky darkens, to go back to shore for safety reasons. This beach was heavily populated when safe and warm, but as soon as danger was hinted, it was always desolate.
The sky was an inky blue, filled with dark grey clouds floating. They drown the glow of the sun, with menace on their faces. As the waves begin to repeatedly crash over my jet ski and onto my body, I decide. It's not safe.
A loud whistle echoes through my ears, as I see a small figure on shore waving a red flag. That flag signifies the danger of the sea, and for us to come back in.
I turn my head, to alert Belle that we have to go back in. But I don't see her. The growing waves float above me, as I start up my jet ski to move. I have to find her and tell her I'm going in, there's no chance I'm going back without her. It's dangerous.
I swerve around the waves, dodging them as I lean side to side. I suddenly feel so small and helpless, compared to the wild waves. Nature has such a power over humans, and I'm now feeling as feeble as a lamb beside a hungry lion. These waves we hungry, and I had to get out their way.
Every time I got to a point where I could potentially scan the sea for Belle, a wave splashes my face making my eyes go cloudy. I frantically rub my eyes, panic overcomes me.
I finally hear the relieving sound of a fellow jet ski, making my heart slow down in the slightest bit. I deeply exhale and shout, "Belle!", a tiny smile escaping my trembling lips.
There was no reply, but I could've sworn that sound was nearby.
I see a faint silhouette of Belle's jet ski, although it was camouflaged to the ocean, it had white stripes.
I zoom towards it, the waves still smashing into my body relentlessly, to see it was empty. Belle wasn't on it. It was driving around itself, leaving Belle helpless somewhere in the sea. She could be anywhere.
The staccato whistle, screams again. The shrill sound goes straight through me, as I tense my jaw.
My heart races uncontrollably as my head whips side to side in hopes of seeing her, although I knew it was unlikely due to the ocean in my way. It was like the sea wanted to make it more difficult for me, it wanted me to loose her. It was my enemy.
"Belle! Belle!" I yell, feeling the need to burst out into tears of fear. The swishing sounds drown out my voice, with malicious intent. I picture her smile in my head, her sweet laugh, her lovely curls.
Belle, where are you?