you had met james dean while he was on the set of east of eden - you were filming for another movie - and decided to drop by because the director elia kazan was a good friend of yours.

it wasn't long after that that you and james began seeing each other more seriously. he began taking you out on dates, coming over in the middle of the night, and complimenting you. and soon enough, he asked you to be his girlfriend.

now, you two were sitting on the beach, the hot sun beaming down on both of you. since james insisted on going today. he was rambling on about something, but you weren't exactly paying attention.

the blazing sun only intensified the deep blue of his eyes, the shimmer of sweat beating around his forehead made his skin glow, his lips moved so quickly, yet so gracefully as he talked. the smooth curve of his nose, the defined line of his jawline. the way his eyebrows peaked upwards when he laughed.

you just sat there, watching him, admiring him. all of which he was oblivious to.