Brushing my own brown hair behind my ears, I gazed at the lake in front of me.
The sun was just rising so the pink and violet hues of the morning was reflected on the calm water. The white sand underneath my boots felt soft, and my foot kicked a shell. Beaches around these parts were littered with the shells, some delicate, some hard as stone.
Then, my eyes traced across his body. His pink lips were in a curve, and he was smiling. His emerald eyes were lined with a thin chocolate band, which was speckled throughout the rest of his iris. He just laid there, looking up at the sky. His silky blond hair was ruffled, his bangs just a mere tuft over his face. His face was almost lifeless in appearance, but he usually looked like that. He was a dull boy.
His name was Liam, and he was perfect. Perfect for me, despite being quite dull. He didn’t think so, so it took some convincing. Finally he would go to this lake with me. I was thrilled! I was so thrilled. And the smile on his face says he was thrilled, too.