Liebesfreud

“I heard your eyes
I touched your tongue
When we were kids,
we never felt so young
Take me
To a hazy Sunday morning.”

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The sand was warm between his toes, and the water lapped playfully at his feet as he dared closer and closer, bucket in hand jingling with seashells. He had his eye on a particularly pretty blue one. He swallowed, determined to add the shell to his already large collection. Another wave splashed up against his feet, and he gasped out loud when the ebb current snatched up his shell, and it began spinning away, out of his reach suddenly. He stretched out a small arm to grab it, but his fingers closed around sand, and he cried out as he watched the shell recede with the water.

Until another hand closed over it, followed by a body falling into the water and making a splash. The boy stood, shaking out his dark red hair, and turned to face Oliver, his face splitting into a grin, showing a few gaps in his teeth. He held out both hands, which were carefully cradling that beautiful blue seashell.

“Thank you…” the blonde boy mumbled quietly. He was a little shy, and didn’t even notice that someone else was near him until he dove for the shell. He accepted the new trinket from outstretched hands, and placed it gingerly in his bucket.

“I’m August,” the boy said, water dripping from his hair and down his face.

“Oliver,” the other answered, grinning as his nervousness ebbed a little.

Later that evening, when both boys had tired themselves out from playing together for hours, Oliver was more than eager to put the scrawled sticky note containing his new friend’s home phone number on the fridge than he was displaying that blue seashell.