It was the last summer before the millennium and If I were my parents I'd be saying 'This is just wasting time' right now but thankfully, and I mean thank everyone in the whole entire universe, I am not my parents. Instead I'm in love in a way they could never be with one another. I'm laying on an empty beach resting my head on the chest of the man I love whilst he fiddles with my hair.
"What are you thinking about?" Asked Nari, interrupting my thoughts.
I squinted up at him. Nari, my beautiful Nari, with his dusty brown hair that needs a cut so that he can see properly and his milky brown eyes that make me want to eat chocolate as soon as I see them.
"You." I smiled.
Nari laughed and looked up at the sky. "You can be incredibly soppy at times," Offended I hit his stomach jokingly, "But I don't mind." He added and kissed the top of my head.
I snuggled back under his arm and we stayed silent for a while, staring up at the sky that billions of other people see each day. But today it felt like it was reserved just for us two.
"I love this place." I said dreamily.
"Mmm... same." Agreed Nari as I moved my head to his stomach.
I listened to the hushing of the waves and the sound of a car driving past on a distant road. And then I heard the funniest of noises that sent me into fits of hysterical giggles. I had to sit up in fear of choking on my laughs, if that is even possible.
"What is it?" asked Nari sitting up as well. I looked at him but it just made me laugh even more.
"Your stomach," I managed to get out.
"What about it?" His mouth had gone into a confused smile.
"Boyg!" I mimicked before bursting into laughter again.
"Your laughing because my stomach made a funny noise?" Nari looked amused. I nodded and covered my mouth with my hand to stop the laughs escaping again. "Hmm, lets see if yours is a musical genius as well." Said Nari, pushing me down on the sand and putting his ear to my tummy.
All I could think of was the 'Boygy Woygy' noise and I laughed again making my tummy go up and down quickly.
Nari sat up and looked at me with mock-annoyance. "Right that's it!" He said and began to tickle my stomach knowing that was my weak spot.
"No!" I squealed though giggles. I tossed and turned trying to escape. "Wait, what's that noise?" I asked suddenly growing serious.
"Well, I promise you it is not my stomach again." Spoke a grinning Nari who had stopped trying to attack me with tickling.
"No, it's... Hang on a sec," I rolled to one side and pulled my bleeping phone out of my back pocket. "Hello?" I spoke into the phone.
"Anya Gabriella D'Lorzi! Why are you not at home?" The phone shouted.
"Hello to you too, mother." I replied sarcastically.
"Less of the cheek younng lady. Get home. Now!" She added.
"But I-" I protested.
"Not 'buts' miss. Home!" She hung up and I just stared at the phone in astonishment.
"The devil demands my presence." I stated putting the phone back into my pocket.
"She's not the devil, Anya." Said Nari.
I stood up and dusted off my jeans. "How would you know? You don't have to live with her?"
"I'm just saying that-"
"Well, I don't need you to 'just say'." I argued not wanting to look Nari in the eyes.
"I don't want to fight about this, God knows we already fight enough." I heard Nari mumble.
"Well then go if you can't handle it." I watched Nari as he stayed still on the ground. "Fine, don't go now but I don't expect to see you here when I come back." I shouted as I marched off towards the beach entrance.
"Anya!" I heard Nari yell but I didn't answer back or turn around, instead I just kept walking away from him.
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I looked out to sea and rested my chin on my knees. The sun was mid way through setting and the rest of the cliffs along the bay looked golden brown. I could draw this if I really wanted to but that's the thing, I didn't want to. The sight was pleasant enough but I only drew the most beautiful things I saw and, to me, that was Anya. Even if she did moan and strop about like the teenager she was but you're supposed to love people's imperfections and I loved hers.
Did it worry me how much we fought with each other? No, not really. There were times after a fight when I did wonder if she would come back but I guess there was always a part of me, deep down, that knew she would. Anya was incredibly stubborn and I knew she would be saying to herself that that's it, I'm through with fighting whilst all the while coming up with ways to apologise, to say 'I'm sorry I got angry with you. I don't like it as much as you do, so let's not fight again'. I knew she'd be back, all I had to do was wait.
I glanced back at her house in the distance. It was a grand white house with pillars either side of the door and only about a five minute walk from here. I could practically hear Anya and her mother argue, probably about me. I'm not boasting or anything, it's just that that's all they argue about. Her parents don't like their daughter hanging around with some lower class boy who isn't any good at maths. It was clear Anya hated them for it, but I wasn't bothered by it.
I felt a small pair of arms wrap around my shoulders.
"Hello," I said knowingly and rested my head back on her shoulder as she put hers on mine.
"You stayed." She whispered.
"I'll always be here, you're all I need and want." I said softly. We stayed silent for a moment before Anya spoke again.
"Im sorry."
"I know you are." I smiled at my prescience.
"Do you though because we fight so much and I say sorry so many times that surely after while you must stop believing me when I say it?" Her voice was full of worry.
"I'll always believe you." I assured her.
"Always?" Anya seemed surprised.
"Always."
We sat their looking out to sea on this deserted beach, our hair entangling as it flew about in the wind.
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