#fallingmad

Clayton was always a bit nervous about swimming, not really learning how until much later on in life and even then, he wasn’t that great. But he still liked the water. And from what he could tell, one of the isles beaches was empty, and hopefully that meant he was alone, in the waters and out. The boy rolled up his pants and took of his jacket, leaving an oversized off white tee-shirt, and he didn’t mean the brand.

Then, he walked out into the water, sitting down in the shallow end near the shore. There wasn’t too strong of a wind today, so it was just a slow, small, melodic crash of tiny waves against his chest. He breathed in...

and out again. This was nice. He stayed like this for some time before he began noticing movement in the water, movement that certainly wasn’t the tide. “What the hell?”

At first Clayton pulled away, clearly caught off guard when the madman began feeding him. But after a couple of seconds, he let it happen, looking up and Xander with suspicious eyes. After their first meeting the two had been running around together doing all sorts of nonsense. And the more time they spent with one another the more curious of Xander he became.