do you think about me in the summertime

[dakota]

dakota keaton james slowly trudged down the sandy hawaiin dunes. his black skinny jeans were rolled to his mid calf and he has his white vans in his left hand. the hot sand scorched his feet, causing him to stumble over his steps. he spread out his arms like a tight rope walker, hoping to achieve more balance. there was a slight breeze and it ruffled his shaggy hair and pulled his already tight v-neck t-shirt even closer to his pale, skinny frame. he could hear the rushing waves and laughter coming from couples and families. the beach was a place for happy people who wanted to have fun. so, why did he come here again?

oh, right, because it wasn't too far from his shitty condo. he bought that condo two months ago when he first arrived in hawaii. why hawaii? because his mother had never dragged him to this state before. probably because they couldn't get their by hitchhiking. he figured moving here would relax him and maybe, he could figure out who he was. he didn't plan to enroll in the local university, but he figured taking a couple a classes a week would be a good thing for him. it would keep his mind occupied.

the area closest to the water was crowded, and dakota really wasn't much of a people person. he was just so damn shy and whenever someone tried to strike up a conversation with him, he got nervous and stumbled over his words. he continued to walk further down from the tourist hot spot until he came upon a secluded area surrounded by tall, green plants. he dropped his shoes and climbed on top of rock. its pointed edges scraped his legs, but didn't draw blood. he placed his butt firmly on the hard surface and brought his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. dakota laid his head on his knees, closed his eyes, and inhaled the air - it smelled salty and like hibiscuses.

[rebekah chere bennet]

I WANNA BE YOUR PEAR TREE
I WANT YOU TO CLIMB ALL OVER ME
___________________________________

TRY MY FRUIT AND TASTE MY SEED

it, indeed, was the perfect beach day. now, in the past years there have been many so-called perfect beach day. those words, usually, were spoken by tourists who didn't see the beach everyday of their lives, didn't experience it first hand for more than a week. these people rarely see a perfect, absolutely perfect, beach day. their opinion of the perfect beach day consists a sun, water and a blue sky. these, although important, are not the only keys to a perfect beach day. other important things, that locals like bex, would know about the so-called perfect beach day include the wind, the waves and a gut feeling. these are things that one most look for to experience the truly rare perfect beach day. when bex looked out her window this morning, she knew that it was the perfect beach day. so, after a quick breakfast, she headed down to experience the beach experience as much as she could.

her normal beach spot had been overrun by tourists. this did not please bex, but she knew that there were other, more wonderful places. she normally vegged out in the mist of the tourists. she liked the sun and where the tourists were was usually the prime spot for sunlight. she was disappointed when she saw all the chubby ladies in bikinis and little kids over taking her spot in the sand. poor bex couldn't figure out how all these people knew about the perfect beach day equation. perhaps they had an inside source? perhaps they just as brilliant about beaches as her? or, perhaps, it was just a nice day and they were on vacation. going with the last option, bex scanned the area for a good location.

the noise of the frolicking of little children and yelling parents gave rebekah a headache. she wasn't one for headaches and hers never seem to go away easily. no headache was going to ruin her perfect beach day, oh no. she was going to make sure of that. what she needed was silence, seclusion, no banana hammocks or sand castles. at the end of the beach, bex saw a cluster of trees that seemed vacant. she could collect herself there and continue with her perfect day after that. it was the perfect plan. she took off her flip flops and began her journey walking down the beach. there was a slight breeze (crucial importance of perfect beach day number sixteen), which caused some of bex's hair to go in her mouth, "ew," she muttered to herself and kept walking.

her spot was only totally deserted. there was another person there, a boy, around her age. she had never seen him before. he didn't go to her school, and hadn't before or she would have recognized him. perhaps a tourist? no, he's alone. they tend to travel in packs, like animals. he seemed sad or something. rebekah can't let him be sad alone. oh, no no. she will not tolerate that. "um, excuse me?" she got closer, almost tripping over a fallen branch as she did so, "are you okay? 'cause if you aren't, well, that isn't good." bex was never good with words, can you tell?



song credit ,lover devendra banhart
listening to , young cardinals alexisonfire
outfit , beachin'
word count , 531
notes , i haven't rped in forever. hope this didn't suck!

[dakota]

sad seemed to be dakota's prominent mood for the last oh, ten years of his life. once he hit ten years old, he didn't feel like a child anymore. in fact, he never really had a childhood. he got picked on at school because she was so shy, his mother ignored him, her boyfriends abused him. he just felt so unwanted all of his life. then alexandra, or alex, came along and for once he was so happy. it was such an unexperienced emotion for him and he just could not believe it at first. he dated the girl for two years and all she ever did was cheat on him and treat him bad. she controlled him and he let her. he never had the courage to end it with her, but before he moved to hawaii, that's exactly what he did.

so now, his heart is broken, but at least its still beating. dakota so desperately wishes he could make some friends here because it might help the pain go away. hopefully when he begins his semester at the university he'll meet some people. he made a promise to himself that he was going to try and be more open towards others. dakota lifted his head, opening his eyes slowly so they could adjust to the light. he rested his chin on his bony knee and looked out at the ocean. it made him feel like swimming - too bad he never learned. he sighed softly and ran his fingers through his dark hair. it was a habit of his. he always felt so jittery; it was probably from all the coffee he drank and the cigarettes he smoked.

dakota turned his head in the direction of the voice. his eyes fell upon a truly beautiful girl. no one ever talked to him, so he glanced around, thinking maybe she was referring to someone else. no one was in sight. he noticed her stumble over a fallen branch and his body jolted as if he was about to catch her fall, but she regained herself. when she asked if he was okay, he cleared his throat and looked down. his throat was dry and tight because he hadn't spoken aloud in a few days. "um, i'm...i'm okay." he managed to stutter out in a very shy voice. she was making him very nervous. he needed a cigarette, but he held off because he thought it might be rude to smoke infront of her. "am i, in your, you know, way?" he asked, since he expected her to ask him to move.

[rebekah chere bennet]

I WANNA BE YOUR PEAR TREE
I WANT YOU TO CLIMB ALL OVER ME
___________________________________

TRY MY FRUIT AND TASTE MY SEED

he seemed so upset. rebekah isn't the type of person to tolerate someone being sad. over the years, she probably had annoyed many sad people who just wanted to be alone, but really, they didn't. they wanted someone to be there for them and that is what rebekah did. they probably figured she was annoying and wanted her to fuck off, but she did what she could to help them out. she thinks that being sad is okay once in a while, but it isn't supposed to be a chronic thing. rebekah's life, thous far, has been pretty good. no deaths, no absent parents, no being unsure about where their meal is coming from. her parents did the poor thing for a while and found that it wasn't for them. rebekah has always been fortunate for having money and great parents and everything. she was naive for knowing about how other people lived and never really took that inconsideration with her no sadness policy.

he didn't sound okay. but, she wasn't going to pry like she wanted to. she liked this kid. well, he's no really a kid, he's, like, her age, but whatever. he was cute and she found that fact that he was nervous very intriguing. "huh? what? no, i don't want you to move." she laughed a bit. she hoped that wasn't the impression she made. she didn't want to be that bitch girl who said something nice to someone, or show she cared and then manipulated them to do something in her favor. "no, i just wanted to see if you were okay. it sounds creepy, but i just felt like i had to check." truth. it wasn't the first time bex when up to a stranger just to see how they are doing and it won't be the last.

she felt that at this stage of their relationship, it was appropriate for her to sit down by him, close enough to talk, not close enough for it to be awkward. she threw her sunglasses in her bag and looked at her new acquaintance. she was sure that she would be in love with him within the next two weeks or so. rebekah wears her heart on her sleeve and has fallen for many guys over the years. he was next, she could tell. "i'm rebekah." she held out her hand, hoping he'd shake it. bex had been trying for a while now to bring back shaking people's hands. it hadn't been going so well.



song credit , lover devendra banhart
listening to , you never know wilco
outfit , beachin'
word count , 418 , yeah, i suck : )

[dakota]

dakota hated, absolutely hated, being upset. he was not one of those people who did it to get attention. in fact, dakota could not stand being the center of attention. he was simply too nervous and shy. he wanted to be happy, just like everyone else in this world does. he just needed something to be happy for, or if he was lucky, maybe someone. he had a very difficult home life, that he was aware of, and he never really sought any help for it. he has no idea where is real father is, his mother is somewhere in rehab for her addiction to meth, and his step-siblings were in foster care. caleb and faye were his best friends. sure, they maybe he seven years old, but they were all he had. he loved them very much and if he could have, he would have taken them in.

everyone always asked him if he was okay, but no one ever really seemed to genuinely care about his well being. but this girl, this truly beautiful girl who reminded him like of a vibrant ray of sunshine, seemed to care. he had to admit that he was a little taken aback. he was even more surprised when she said she didn't want him to move. "um, really?" he said before he realized it made him sound kinda lame. he bit his lip and turned his head away from her gaze; he was embarrassed now. "i-i...i don't think that's r-really creepy at all." he stuttered out. damn, did he hate this stutter. she just made him so nervous. he took a deep breath. "thank you, for, asking me, if i was, okay." he spoke his words very slowly so they would sound complete. he would stop stuttering after he got comfortable.

his heart raced when she sat down beside him. he felt his palms get sweaty and he non-chalantly wiped them on his skinny jeans. dakota has only fallen in love once. he defintely did not wear his heart on his sleeve. he was skeptical when it came to girls, especially after alexandra cheated on him numerous times and treated him like shit. he did not want to get hurt again, so he was very careful when it came to his heart. dakota would never expect a girl like her to like him anyway. he was horribly insecure and she seemed so, amazing. almost too good to be true. he's known her for about a minute and already she's made quite an impression on him. "i'm dakota." he responded. he looked down at her hand and gave it a small smile before he took it in his.

[rebekah chere bennet]

I WANNA BE YOUR PEAR TREE
I WANT YOU TO CLIMB ALL OVER ME
___________________________________

TRY MY FRUIT AND TASTE MY SEED

ah ha! excellent. he did not stare at her funny when she proposed a hand shake. this was a good sign. there was a good feeling in the pit of bex's stomach and she knew that dakota was different than other boys she has come in contact with. in a good way, of course. he was shy, which was rare. usually the guys rebekah has befriended are loud and rambunctious and sometimes came be a pain because of that. and usually boys she mets (anywhere, school, clubs, on the street) just want in her pants right away. sometimes she lets them, but most of the time she is sends them away thinking that her inner self must be pretty crappy if they don't care about her. she wants a mind boyfriend, or a boy friend, who connects with her up there, not just down there. she could tell dakota was a nice guy. he seemed nervous around her, insecure even, which rebekah found endearing. she wanted to know him better.

"dakota. i like that. it's mysterious." rebekah had always found her name to be incredibly dull. there are tons of rebekahs. well, there aren't a lot of rebekahs, but a ton of rebeccas, and rebekas, and many other spellings. she just isn't that unique. people's names say a lot about them. so is she generic? she hopes not. that's why when she was a kid, she 'changed her name to arial (from her favorite movie at the time, the little mermaid), but her parents didn't let her legally changed her name. to rebel them, she told her teachers that arial was her new name and everyone had to call her that. the trend didn't last. everyone would forget and bex got very angry when people called her by her real name. within the next week she was back to plain old rebekah bennet.

she smiled at him. she liked his hair. and his face. and his clothes. and then she turned her head before it seemed that she was staring, which she was, kind of. "okay, dakota. it is that time. i feel that we have reached this place in our three minute long relationship," she tried to be serious in hopes to be funny, but it probably wasn't working. "what's your story?" bex wasn't patient. and she wasn't one for hiding things. she did not expect her to tell her his life story, or anything really, she just wanted to know more about him. this was her way of doing it. "like, are you from here? in school? what's your deal? sorry if i'm blunt about this. i just.." (sounded like a creepy fan girl? like you? totally embarrassed myself?). "wanna make sure you aren't, like, a stalker or that you don't kill cats and stuff. you know." smooth, use humor to hide your curiosity.



song credit , lover devendra banhart
listening to , signs telsa
outfit , beachin'
word count , 474