The Days Of Kelsea's

(30) Kelsea - Sunday 10th September, 1.02 a.m, My room

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(30) Kelsea - Sunday 10th September, 1.02 a.m, My room

I am absolutely exhausted, and my eyes are itching with tiredness, but I must write absolutely everything down before I forget it all. Every little detail.  

Kale came round to the house at four and he was wearing a blue button-down shirt with jeans and we held hands as he walked me to the car. He admired my outfit and told me I was pretty which made me blush and I felt like this all was a movie.  

If you wanted to know (even though no one will be reading this, probably), I was wearing a white skirt and a navy vest top with a green knitted cardigan.  

Today when we were in the car, Kale had Muse on, who I'd never really given a chance because one of the songs I listened to by them was very violent-sounding, almost like something you'd go to battle with. But the songs that Kale was playing sounded fine. 

"How's Lucy?" Kale asked me. He looked a bit nervous I think, because last time he asked that I'd freaked out on him. But I didn't want to do that anymore, and I couldn't. So I answered properly. 

"I . . ." I wanted to say that she was fine, but I don't really know if that's a solid fact. So I said, "We went to the doctor's and got iron tablets. But she has these . . . These marks on her arms. And I don't know what they are." 

What scared me was that Kale looked concerned, a shadow coming over his eyes as he glanced at me when we reached a red light. "Maybe you should take her back to the doctor. But Kelsea, I'm sure she'll be alright." 

When I sighed heavily, he grabbed my hand in his, and squeezed it gently, before beginning to drive again. 

And it was sad how, even though no one could help it, bad things still made their way into my little time of happiness with Kale today. 

We were in the car for maybe twenty minutes to half an hour, and then we struggled to find a parking space along the boardwalk. It was mainly teenagers and young adults walking along and that made me a little nervous, especially because I was with Kale. But at the same time it was alright because I was with him, and I hopped out of the car and Kale led me excitedly to the front of the sea. 

We walked for some time, and Kale seemed to know exactly exactly where the bonfire was. I realised that maybe he had been here before with his friends, maybe a lot, and I couldn't help but let dread fill me up to my throat. I didn't want anyone from school to be here. Not even anyone that we knew. 

Because I really wanted Kale all to myself. And I know that sounds so silly. 

"So, Kelsea. Tell me," he began, as we walked along the sand. He swung our hands and I couldn't help but laugh. 

"Tell you . . . " 

"Have you ever had a boyfriend before?" He came out with. When I looked up at him he was staring determinedly at a lone beachball a few metres away. 

"Um," I laughed and felt my face heat up. "Gosh, is it really that obvious?" 

He suddenly glanced back at me, his eyes wide. "What, you have?" 

"I meant," I said, my face setting on fire even more, "Is it really that obvious that I haven't?" 

Kale chuckled then. "No, not at all." 

I slapped his arm. "Shut up." 

I loved the way the whole place looked. And I wished I could have taken a picture of the way the pale sand was spread so evenly and the way the sky was a slight green, slight blue - almost like Kale's eyes. The sea was purple, and I realise that it wouldn't have looked as breath-taking on camera, but it was one of those moments that I wanted to capture forever.