There is no possible way to describe this situation.
It was extraordinary. It was breathtaking.
...And slightly lame. His father accompanied him on this trip and all he did was talk about boring things and make plans to do stuff. He loved his father but he really wanted to enjoy his first vacation at the age of 18, as a free man. His one vacation before college that fall.
He and his father were spending a couple weeks on the west coast. Just sight seeing and enjoying the experience. Except all his dad wanted to do was find attractions and take tours and try to convince him to switch to a school on the west coast.
"It's beautiful out here!"
"Yeah."
"Much better than the graphics of that game you play all the time on your...what is it? Atari?"
"No dad, it's a XBox."
His father meant well but honestly he needed some time to appreciate the simple things. The sun, the ocean, the different people. The whole atmosphere. He parted ways with his father who told him he'd be at some sort of smoothie bar, walking away while still talking about how it's 'the bomb'.
He walked along the streets until he reached a dead end that led onto a beach. Walking the wooden planks to the beach and seeing the ocean spread out was out of this world for someone who lived far away from oceans since he was born. Never seen a beach, never done anything exciting. Seeing people surf and laugh on a sunny day was uplifting.
His feet started hurting and there was barely a handful of people on the beach, the amount of people still descending.
Sitting down on the sand, he didn't realize until it was too late that he sat too close to where the tide came up. He noticed though when he was pulled from his daydream because of wet bottoms. "DAMN!" Such a great day, why did this have to happen? What would everyone think if most of his shorts were wet? He wasn't wearing swimming trunks.
He wasn't quite finished cursing out the gods when he hurt laughter.
Swearing on his life he thought he was alone, he tried finding its genesis. He tried to listen for more sound but it was hard with the ocean's waves. He then heard the laugh again but this time he spun just in time to see a guy. No older than himself he was just floating in the ocean, staring.
"Hello?"
Ocean-boy did nothing but stare and smile. Not in a creepy way but in a friendly way. Was he mute? Deaf? Why was he alone?
"Hi, uh..." What do you ask a stranger that is just hanging around in the ocean?
"So what's your name?" No answer, nothing.
The guy smiled wider, his face lit up. He could give the sun a run for its money...
The Ocean-boy just waved him over. He was so confused. Who was this person? Where did he come from? Why did Ocean-boy want him to come to the ocean? He just kept waving him over, his hand moving more frantically. Slowly Ocean-boy's face started to dim and darken in pain.
Maybe Ocean-boy just wants a friend.
He went out to the ocean a little, the water just below his shorts. Now he was only about 2 yards away from Ocean-boy. He saw that this boy looked like he was in the water for days and days and days. His eyes a weird green. His skin was a weird translucent. A bluish tint to him. He still smiled and didn't seem to be shivering, though if you didn't know the beach was warm you would have thought the waters were giving the guy hypothermia. His face contorted weirdly when he smiled, almost like his skin wasn't made for smiling.
He got closer but wasn't standing for some reason so Ocean-boy motioned for him to get down on his level. Figuring his pants were already wet and he didn't want to upset the weird boy, he did.
He just about shot up and darted down the beach when Ocean-boy started making weird noises. It was low but high-pitched. It was almost like white noise but turned up to a decibel to some sort of dolphin speak.
He wanted to run away from Ocean-boy but he couldn't. He just sat and stared, eyes and mouth wide open.
His breathing sped up only to slow down to an obnormally slow rhythm along with his heart. In a daze, he leaned in closer. What was this boy? Why was he so weary and confused and calm now when he wanted to jump out of his skin just seconds ago?
He was dizzy but Ocean-boy just kept going with that noise, pulling him under his spell even further. Ocean-boy smiled and tackled him in excitement. Falling backward, Ocean boy laughed again and only now did he realize Ocean-boy's laugh was a bit off too. Musical but oh-so-wrong.
The boy was on his chest, just smiling and staring. Ocean-boy looked like he found treasure. His hands had found Ocean-boy's hips, possibly to push him off but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He stopped when he felt something else. Letting his hands run down the boy's hips, he felt something even more peculiar than this whole event.
What his hands found when it left the boy's soft skin was something hard and slippery. Looking down he became even more charmed by the blue scales his eyes ran over. Why wasn't he scared? He wanted to be scared, he should be scared for his life. What is this boy?!
He could only feel the boy more though. The soft skin, the harder scales of his tail in comparison.
There is no possible way to describe this situation.
If he was slowly becoming enchanted then he was already long gone and inebriated when the boy's heady lips where on his. The boy was cold but seemed to be warming up with the sun and passion. Ocean-boy smelled like the sea and pulled him even further into his seduction.
He looked so innocent before. Now, he was kissing him so deeply, with such love.
He didn't know how long he lay there kissing Ocean-boy, the merman, but when he opened his eyes again, he was snapped out of his intoxicated love by the site of the blue-green water. He was being dragged down under to the ocean floor.
drown [droun] (v) - die through submersion in and inhalation of water; to hold (a person or animal) underwater until death occurs.
