Out of everyone it could’ve possibly been, it was him.

You and Caspian had gotten set up by the rest of your friends, on a boat, in the middle of the marsh.

Caspian starts to take off his shirt, you looking over, confused.

“What are you doing?!” You ask, almost yelling as you look away.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m going home.” He says before he throws his shirt off to the side.

“You coming?” He asks in a bored tone.

“I- I can’t swim..”