You have not been in the right lakes then. Or you haven't dug your toes into the bottom of that gunky mud really deep.
"Yuck," she said, and shuddered with her, nose wrinkling again. "Good thing we won't swim together because I wouldn't willingly swim in a lake with you anyways," she said with a laugh. "Yuck," she repeated for emphasis. She hadn't read too deeply into his words since they were casually discussing instead of actually suggesting going to a lake. She felt like she was getting a good grasp on when he said certain things and how to take them versus how they came across sounding.
She shouldn't let that confidence go to her head.
When he decided that the lake was his favorite she shook her head and exaggeratedly sighed as if she were disappointed in him. "That's it. We just can't be friendly. You like squishy mud and that's just too boy for me." Her words rode on a smile, however. Caitlin could appreciate that he liked it because of the way it made him feel. She liked a lot of things for reasons that other people probably wouldn't associate with that thing. For example, she liked the smell of paint, not because it smelled good but because it reminded her of her bedroom back at her parents home.
"I also like the ocean." She smiled. "It's too big and too unknown but right there by the shore or from a boat, it's beautiful. I swam with dolphins once," she seemed exceptionally pleased by this, as if she weren't sitting here talking to someone who probably had dolphin friends or something. "Wild ones. I jumped right off of the boat after my dad was sure they weren't sharks."
Cat fleetingly wondered which was more frightening: Sharks or Lochlann.
Tell me which ones to watch then.
She smiled slyly. "Come watch them with me." She stacked the cups together, dropping her gaze. "I've got practically the whole collection, and you can't make fun of me when I say this because its very embarrassing...they're on VHS." Another grin, not embarrassed at all. "My parents collected them while we were growing up and they sent them to me right after I got my own place here because they wanted it to feel like home."
The videos had shown up unexpectedly. Caitlin had spent the next few weeks running marathons and crying because she missed her family so badly. She didn't cry when she watched them anymore but the sense of nostalgia always washed over her.
Lochlann offered his hand to her and she happily shook back his jacket sleeve and wrapped her cold fingers around his warm ones. She prepared herself to take the dark staircase down to the library but found that it seemed a whole lot less scary going with Lochlann then it had coming up alone.
"Yuck," she said, and shuddered with her, nose wrinkling again. "Good thing we won't swim together because I wouldn't willingly swim in a lake with you anyways," she said with a laugh. "Yuck," she repeated for emphasis. She hadn't read too deeply into his words since they were casually discussing instead of actually suggesting going to a lake. She felt like she was getting a good grasp on when he said certain things and how to take them versus how they came across sounding.
She shouldn't let that confidence go to her head.
When he decided that the lake was his favorite she shook her head and exaggeratedly sighed as if she were disappointed in him. "That's it. We just can't be friendly. You like squishy mud and that's just too boy for me." Her words rode on a smile, however. Caitlin could appreciate that he liked it because of the way it made him feel. She liked a lot of things for reasons that other people probably wouldn't associate with that thing. For example, she liked the smell of paint, not because it smelled good but because it reminded her of her bedroom back at her parents home.
"I also like the ocean." She smiled. "It's too big and too unknown but right there by the shore or from a boat, it's beautiful. I swam with dolphins once," she seemed exceptionally pleased by this, as if she weren't sitting here talking to someone who probably had dolphin friends or something. "Wild ones. I jumped right off of the boat after my dad was sure they weren't sharks."
Cat fleetingly wondered which was more frightening: Sharks or Lochlann.
Tell me which ones to watch then.
She smiled slyly. "Come watch them with me." She stacked the cups together, dropping her gaze. "I've got practically the whole collection, and you can't make fun of me when I say this because its very embarrassing...they're on VHS." Another grin, not embarrassed at all. "My parents collected them while we were growing up and they sent them to me right after I got my own place here because they wanted it to feel like home."
The videos had shown up unexpectedly. Caitlin had spent the next few weeks running marathons and crying because she missed her family so badly. She didn't cry when she watched them anymore but the sense of nostalgia always washed over her.
Lochlann offered his hand to her and she happily shook back his jacket sleeve and wrapped her cold fingers around his warm ones. She prepared herself to take the dark staircase down to the library but found that it seemed a whole lot less scary going with Lochlann then it had coming up alone.