Life's A Beach

Hold You In My Arms

Hi everyone. I managed to type a chapter, but a lot of the comments have been a little mean and rude. I know Luca has been gone at college, but that doesn't mean he's completely gone from the story. I mean, seriously, he's on the cover and in the description. I wish people were more patient with my writing. It's like life. Things happen over time. I'm not targeting everyone who reads. I forgave and everything, but I don't even know if I want to continue this story anymore, honestly. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter. For those who were patient. You're welcome. -Ari

Life's A Beach: Chapter 23: Hold You In My Arms

Foster and I walked the whole way closemouthed. I just continued wiping stray tears off of my raw cheeks as his bulky boots clumped against the stretched cobblestone driveway that was lined with shadowy palm trees. I finally halted when I was close enough to depart on my own and his silver eyes flickered down at me waiting for me to say something. Anything.

He looked uncomfortable and I knew why.

He noticed the massive beach house.

I felt ashamed of myself for making him come with me. It was stupid of me to nonchalantly rub the luxury in his face when he had nothing. I looked down at my tanned feet rapidly, stared at the glossy crimson color coating my toe nails, and the ankle bracelet I wore twinkled.

"Don't feel bad for me." he interrupted and I met his watchful eyes

It's like he read my mind.

My eyes panned his athletic chest and I read his old faded indie band T-shirt. It was the same band that was playing at the beach stage. Bon Iver. The exact one that I offered him tickets to go to.

"You like the ban-" my voice began

"They are good, yeah." Foster interjected with his wounded hands pulling out of his pockets

I tucked strands of slipping hair out of my eyes and my eyebrows knit together in confusion. I gnawed lightly on my bottom lip and my feet carelessly brought me closer to him.

"Why don't you want to go with me then?" I quietly prodded with my words

I received a sigh in return and Foster reached into the sheltered jacket still draped over my shoulders and fished the lone concert ticket out. He briefly glimpsed at it and curled it in my hands.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I've never had friends and I don't want make them, alright?" his broad shoulders increased in size as he gravitated past me

I rushed forward before he could leave and wrapped my arms around his waist awarding him with a spontaneous hug. Foster's buff body awkwardly stiffened and his arms stayed locked at his sides. His dismayed eyes wandered to my intentionally pouted lips and I pushed up on my toes trying to match his tall height.

"Are you trying to kiss me?" his face contorted handsomely

I let go of him and let out the loudest laugh which brought tears to my eyes. I pressed a hand against my lips to stop my chuckling.

"No. I was pouting so you'll go to the concert with me." I giggled with my cheeks reddening

"Or you could be flirting." a humble cursory disguised smile pulled on his hued cheeks and he shook his head again.

"Trust me, I'm not hitting on you. I have a boyfri-" I wavered and omitted the thought

Luca isn't your boyfriend remember, dip shit? But I'm still in love with the kid that counts righ-

"And I should get going now." Foster glimpsed down at his now inflamed hands that had discolored and clotted exceedingly

I reeled away from him and insidiously shoved the ticket back into his sheltered coat pocket before conveying it to him. He draped the familiar jacket over his bulging arms and turned on his heel with his hefty boots sounding on the cobblestone as he roamed away.