#babswontblink

"What the fuck? Corbin?" I breathed, squinting my eyes due to the harsh sun. He turned around, immediately recognizing my voice. "Babs? Why are you here?" "I could ask you the same thing. Did you plan on stalking me or something?" I laughed. He smirked, "Actually, it's a pure coincidence. I would've happily told you my vacation schedule if my phone wouldn't have been taken. What are the chances of being here at the same time?" "A one in 758 chance," I said sarcastically. He began to let out a quick laugh, but a wave crashed against his back, as he was to his knees in the ocean facing me in the sand. This action made us both laugh even harder, seeing as how the wave had knocks his sunglasses into the water, which revealed his electric eyes. "Corbin!" a voice yelled from a distance. He turned to me, placing his sunglasses onto the tip of his nose. "I have to go. Meet me tonight at 10 if you can. I heard they're having some early fireworks for the 4th of July," he said as he pushed his glasses up, covering his eyes once more. ~10 o'clock~ It took a lot of convincing, but my parents finally let me come to the beach after dark alone. After my mother had a nervous breakdown at the epiphany that I'm growing up, that is. I stood in the exact place I had earlier, examining the various shapes and sizes of the footprints in the sand. It amazed me that each trail of footprints belonged to a different person with a different story. "Deep in thought, as usual," a voice stated, "I wonder what goes on in that mind of yours sometimes." I turned around and smiled at the dark silhouette of Corbin against the moonlight. "I don't see any fireworks," I frowned. "They should be starting any minute," he whined. "Okay fair enough." As if on cue, and single spark flew to the sky and and exploded into color. I looked back to Corbin but he had already been staring at me. The colors swam across his face and lit up his eyes. He met my glance but didnt break it. Another crash echoed against the sky, breaking my concentration. This time it was gold and silver. At this point I regretted not bringing my sisters camera. "What are you thinking about this time?" he asked. I shrugged. "I'll tell you if you tell me," he almost pleaded. It flattered me that I amused him so much. At that moment, my thoughts were about him instead of photography. I decided to take a risk. "Okay." "One. Two. Three." "You," we both blurted. Our looks of panic changed to shock. "Really?" we mused once again. "This whole time," he said.