SpongeBob Squarepants which he gave to a little girl that was watching him. It was bigger than she was and we both laughed as she carried it away.
The night ended uneventfully. I drove him back to the Aquarium so he could get his car. There were still a few vehicles in the parking lot, but I couldn’t tell which was his. He opened the door, told me thanks for all the fun and “See you soon.” Then he shut the door. He walked back toward the gated door we entered earlier and was gone in the darkness.
Jaxon was right about one thing, Kyler was weird. His bewildering emotions made me feel like I was on that dangerous roller coaster. Up and down, hot and cold, passionate and uninterested; I should run as fast as I could away from him, but something about him pulled me toward him like a powerful magnet. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about him.
CHAPTER 8 - AWKWARD
Jaxon had called several times while I was out the night before. Aunt Sarah just told him I wasn’t available. He called again that morning wondering where I’d been and if everything was alright. I told him about shopping with Julie, but decided not to tell him about my time with Kyler. For some reason, I’m sure he wouldn’t have liked that idea very much. I told him Julie and I were going to the bonfire together in a few days, and that I’d probably see everyone there.
“So, wanna catch a movie or something?” Jaxon casually asked.
“Uh, na. I’m not really interested in going to watch anything. I haven’t seen anything worth watching in a long time. It’s just a bunch of remakes. It’s like movie producers can’t find any original material to produce anymore.” I really just didn’t want to be alone in a dark theater with him. Although I’d tried to make it clear we were just friends, it seemed as if Jaxon was still trying, still not giving up.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Want to go jet skiing? We could go out to the reef and snorkel.” He wasn’t going to stop suggesting things until I agreed to go somewhere with him.
“Sure, that sounds like fun. Want me to meet you at the docks? I’ll need to change and I can meet you there in about half an hour.” I was still in my pajamas and needed a shower.
“I’ll just swing by in thirty minutes and we can ride together. I’ll load up the jet skis and see you in a bit.” I could feel his contagious enthusiasm through the phone and couldn’t help smiling. What harm could come from snorkeling with him?
Half an hour later, Jaxon showed up at the house. The jet ski trailer was attached to his vibrant red 4x4 pick-up. The tires were huge. Not monster-truck huge, but big enough that I dreaded climbing into it. Of course, Jaxon didn’t let me attempt this on my own. He walked me to the passenger side and ever so smoothly placed his hands around my hips to help me up. I shuddered after he closed the door. I’d have to make sure he still understood what “friends” meant.
Jaxon climbed in on his side and turned the key bringing the engine roaring to life. His camouflage cap was pulled down almost hiding his crystal blue eyes. As if reading my mind, he glanced over winking before he pulled out onto the road. I had to roll my eyes. At least he didn’t blow a kiss.
The ride to the dock was quiet as far as conversation was concerned, but Jaxon showed no shame singing along with the Beach Boys CD.
“I love the colorful clothes she wears, And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair, I hear the sound of a gentle word, On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air. I’m pickin’ up good vibrations. She’s giving me excitations…” more winking and flashing the famous Jaxon Owen dimples. “Good, good, good, good vibrations.”
His steering wheel became a drum set, or maybe bongos? I couldn’t help but laugh. No matter how creepy his sudden attraction
The night ended uneventfully. I drove him back to the Aquarium so he could get his car. There were still a few vehicles in the parking lot, but I couldn’t tell which was his. He opened the door, told me thanks for all the fun and “See you soon.” Then he shut the door. He walked back toward the gated door we entered earlier and was gone in the darkness.
Jaxon was right about one thing, Kyler was weird. His bewildering emotions made me feel like I was on that dangerous roller coaster. Up and down, hot and cold, passionate and uninterested; I should run as fast as I could away from him, but something about him pulled me toward him like a powerful magnet. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about him.
CHAPTER 8 - AWKWARD
Jaxon had called several times while I was out the night before. Aunt Sarah just told him I wasn’t available. He called again that morning wondering where I’d been and if everything was alright. I told him about shopping with Julie, but decided not to tell him about my time with Kyler. For some reason, I’m sure he wouldn’t have liked that idea very much. I told him Julie and I were going to the bonfire together in a few days, and that I’d probably see everyone there.
“So, wanna catch a movie or something?” Jaxon casually asked.
“Uh, na. I’m not really interested in going to watch anything. I haven’t seen anything worth watching in a long time. It’s just a bunch of remakes. It’s like movie producers can’t find any original material to produce anymore.” I really just didn’t want to be alone in a dark theater with him. Although I’d tried to make it clear we were just friends, it seemed as if Jaxon was still trying, still not giving up.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Want to go jet skiing? We could go out to the reef and snorkel.” He wasn’t going to stop suggesting things until I agreed to go somewhere with him.
“Sure, that sounds like fun. Want me to meet you at the docks? I’ll need to change and I can meet you there in about half an hour.” I was still in my pajamas and needed a shower.
“I’ll just swing by in thirty minutes and we can ride together. I’ll load up the jet skis and see you in a bit.” I could feel his contagious enthusiasm through the phone and couldn’t help smiling. What harm could come from snorkeling with him?
Half an hour later, Jaxon showed up at the house. The jet ski trailer was attached to his vibrant red 4x4 pick-up. The tires were huge. Not monster-truck huge, but big enough that I dreaded climbing into it. Of course, Jaxon didn’t let me attempt this on my own. He walked me to the passenger side and ever so smoothly placed his hands around my hips to help me up. I shuddered after he closed the door. I’d have to make sure he still understood what “friends” meant.
Jaxon climbed in on his side and turned the key bringing the engine roaring to life. His camouflage cap was pulled down almost hiding his crystal blue eyes. As if reading my mind, he glanced over winking before he pulled out onto the road. I had to roll my eyes. At least he didn’t blow a kiss.
The ride to the dock was quiet as far as conversation was concerned, but Jaxon showed no shame singing along with the Beach Boys CD.
“I love the colorful clothes she wears, And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair, I hear the sound of a gentle word, On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air. I’m pickin’ up good vibrations. She’s giving me excitations…” more winking and flashing the famous Jaxon Owen dimples. “Good, good, good, good vibrations.”
His steering wheel became a drum set, or maybe bongos? I couldn’t help but laugh. No matter how creepy his sudden attraction
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