The sun was hitting hard on Leo Carrillo beach in Malibu, Danny could hear the sound of people chatting; kids laughing around, seagulls trying to steal food from hands. But none of that grabbed his attention, no; it was you. You, the most beautiful person he had ever met in his life, the one that kept appearing in his thoughts.
It had been two weeks already since Danny had rescued you from almost drowning in the ocean -- and not a day had passed without him thinking about you. It was love at first sight, he called it, he was sure. It wasn't just a fling, no. Not after being by your side for so long, having drinks on the beach, swimming around.
Maybe it was from the way he held your hand, the way you smiled at him... or even the way you both sat in silence on the beach at midnight, being close to each other was enough. Danny knew you had captured his heart the moment he helped you.
Yes, but summer vacations were only that, and they were bound to finish at one point. Danny didn't want that; he didn't want you to fly back to Australia, he didn't want to think about you being so far away -- yet, it was life.
So as the clock turned and the last few days arrived, Danny thought it was better to call off whatever was happening between you; it could never work on a long-distance. At midnight, on the beach, he grabbed your hands with a serious look on his face.
"You're going back to Australia and... I'm not sure if it's going to work. I really like you, {{user}} but I think it's better if we stay friends?" he said, his eyebrows furrowed. It wasn't just a fling to him, no matter how he acted.
It was summer loving.