Here´s another update ***
"I thought you might be hungry" OH GOD, he minute the words left his mouth Luka regretted them. He wanted to say something different, something to get this girls attention, not make a complete fool out of himself. Since he first laid eyes on her, swimming around in the blue sea, he had gotten transfixed. She was beautiful; she had long dark hair that ended near her shoulder blades. She was pretty short but had an excellent posture. She was a skinny girl that had creamy white skin. There were something mysterious about her and the way she moved.
When the girl quickly answered;
"Would you have taken me to dinner if I said I was?" Luka felt a little lighter, maybe she didn’t think he was a fool after all,
at least she bothered to answer him. He’s brain was working on high speed; I can’t screw this up, this girl is just something else. He was actually so caught up in this, that he´d forgotten that the girl actually stood right in front of him.
Abby smiled shyly and looked down. She stood there for a while, shivering. He was sitting on her towel just looking at her. She began to shift her weight from one foot to the other. She wanted her towel back, not only because it was getting cold, but she
wanted to cover up her body as well.
At fifteen, Abby felt insecure about her gawky, adolescent body especially compared to Missy's. While Missy was taller and more
shapely, Abby was still short and hopelessly undeveloped. And it didn't help matters that she was wearing her swim team tank suit. She cursed herself realizing that she should have worn her bikini. He must think I'm such a baby, Abby thought.
"Could I have my towel please?" Abby finally asked impatiently, her voice bordering on harshness. She cringed, she didn't mean to sound so bossy.
"Oh," Luka jumped up and picked up the towel sheepishly.
"Sorry." Well that was slick, he thought, wanting to kick himself.
He had been so mesmerized by the brown head girl coming out of the water that he had forgotten how cold she must be getting.
Abby accepted the towel from him and wrapped herself in it, not taking her eyes off of him. Normally, Abby had problems looking at cute guys in the eye, half-afraid that they could tell from her eyes that she thought they were cute. But with this boy, it was
somehow different. She didn't feel uncomfortable looking at him at all and she had barely said two words to him in her entire life.
Luka was getting entranced by the stranger's beautiful brown eyes. Even though she was a lot shorter and probably younger than him, she held his steady gaze, never swerving or diverting her eyes like most girls did when he stared at them. It impressed
him and frightened him at the same time.
He had to say something. He couldn't just stare at her forever.
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"From around here?"
He immediately regretted the words as soon as they foolishly spilled from his mouth. God, he sounded, once again, like such a geek, using such a cheesy pick-up line. There was no way this girl was going to take him seriously now. She would probably just roll her eyes in disgust and walk away. To his surprise and relief, she didn't.
“Kind of, guess you could call it an vacation!” Abby paused, that sounded silly but what else could she say? She wondering if it was now her turn to ask a question.
He looked at her expectantly. It was her turn. Damn it.
Why was talking to boys so hard for her?
"How about you?" She finally managed to say. She said this very slowly, trying to control her voice so he couldn't hear the excitement and girlishness in it.
"No, my family and I are here on vacation." Luka replied,gesturing toward one of the beachhouses that lined the shore. "My mom has this old friend that lives out here... "My family and I are just visiting for a couple of weeks before I go away to school."
Abby nodded. She silently wondered to herself if when he said "school," he meant high school or college. Her new “best friend” Missy would just die when she found out she had
been talking to a college guy.
"Where are you going to school?" Abby asked as she began to dry her hair with her towel.
"University of Zagreb”, Luka replied sheepishly, still getting used to the idea himself. "It's in Croatia-"
"I know where Zagreb is," Abby assured him with a teasing tone in her voice. She smiled to herself in surprise, she couldn't believe it, she was flirting with a college boy!
She reminded herself to calm down, take steady breaths, and most of all, act older.
"Sorry, I didn't mean-"
"No, that's okay," Luka interrupted her quickly, "I know you didn't mean anything by it. Most people don't know where it is anyway, I guess. Unless you took geography or something like that in school...."
Abby wanted to stuff something in her mouth, anything, to keep her from talking. She didn't know what she was saying.
Words were just gushing out of her mouth trying desperately to impress this handsome stranger, but they were failing miserably. Abby nodded and looked out at the water. Croatia, wow, he was a tourist, now she knew why he talked a bit funny.
The sun was setting, tinting the sky with orange popsicle colors and the water golden with its reflection. Abby took a step to stand next to him and take in the view.
"Nice view here."
Luka could feel her wet hair on his arm and glanced at her. He took a quick breath. It sure was. The golden reflection from the sunset was shining on her small face, illuminating her already fiery hair and bright eyes.
"Oh, this isn't even the best place to look at it," Luka said wistfully, as he reluctantly took his gaze off the girl to look back at the ocean. "It's much prettier out on the rocks over there." He pointed to the cluster of giant rocks that was located far along down the beach.
Luka hesitated for a second, mustering up all his courage to ask her the question.
"If you want to, I could take you there, I mean, if you have nothing else to do."
Abby looked up at him, surprised but pleased.
"Sure," she replied, smiling shyly, "I'd like that."
Luka smiled back and they both began to walk along the shore, letting the cool water tickle their bare feet and each taking turns to slyly steal glances at each other...
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