𝓗𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽. 𝓝𝓸 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓲𝓶.
"Sometimes in the race to be loved, we forget that the most important person that can love us, is ourselves."
Conan gets a dare to talk to Heather an...
Cone: Finished another song. wdy think? I like it a lot.
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Conan tucked his phone inside his jeans when he heard the soft thump of feet approaching him from behind. He turned around to find Heath, wearing nothing but loose jeans that barely clung on his waist. His torso was entirely bare which made Conan feel like he was overdressed. Granted it was sheer black shirt, but he still felt uneasy. Heath had started to lose his tan and his brown skin was turning paler day-by-day.
"Hi," he said, settling beside him on the sand, folding his legs. The sight of him so close and half-naked made him breathless.
"H-Hi," he barely choked out, thinking of something to say. Something clever. Probably not. "I think I had lunch at twelve. Is it two by now?"
"Probably," Heath said. "You could check your phone."
Nah, I would rather check you out.
The sea suddenly crashed onto the sand, making Conan flinch. Dazed, he shook his head.
"Conan Gray, the ocean won't do anything to you," he said, grinning widely.
"I don't like the ocean," he admitted. "It's like all the things that can kill me stored into this giant bowl filled with water."
Heath got up, looking at him all the time. "It can kill you, Cone, but it's worth taking the risk."
Conan smiled at the sudden pronouncement. Heath held out his hand and Conan took it, clasping it firmly.
"Come on," he said, grinning widely again. "I won't let you drown."
They made their way to the water. Conan's feet tingled at the cool sensation that creeped up his body. Soon they were waist deep in the clear water, Heath still holding both of his hands. Conan pretended like he was still scared to hold his hand longer.
"I think your black shirt will get ruined in salt water," Heath said. "It's silk, right? You will have to rinse the salt which won't be a pretty process."
Conan unbuttoned his shirt and went back to the beach to dump it on a high rock where the water wouldn't touch.
"Hi," he said, not knowing what to say. He waded through the water, brushing his hair away.
"Hi," Heath said, smiling shyly and holding out his hand. Without a second thought, he placed his hand in his. "Do you want to swim?"
"Sure," he said, knowing he would agree to anything at the point.
