Summer 2015 As you took off your scuba mask, you felt eyes on you. You knew he was there, staring at you, like he always did. Alex had been your enemy for literally years. You didn't know how people could adore him. Well, okay he was handsome, famous but so what? He was a total asshole to you but with other people he was a sweetheart. He made fun of you because you loved the sea and every summer you explored the bottom, it was your little world and you loved the corals, fish, algae... everything that was in that crystal clear, salty water. He called you "Little Mermaid." you hated that nickname, but he obviously liked it, what a dickhead.

He was wearing a white t-shirt, black jeans and low boots. The only one who was sitting in a stupid deck chair taking pictures with fans while people enjoyed the beach. His favorite pastime was looking at his "enemy", honestly he was tired of pretending to hate her when he admired her. His muse was literally her, even if he would never admit that. He said he wrote to imaginary girls when he loved her more than any other woman. If that's not love...

"You know, all you need is a mermaid tail and you're ready to meet your prince." he joked as she got out of the water and started walking toward him, her expression angry and she was still wet. She was wearing a two-piece swimsuit but it wasn't as vulgar as the ones around them. He lit a cigarette, looking away from her so as not to let his gaze wander too far down to her face, if you get my idea. He fixed his brown hair that was all gelled.