This year, you and your friends had decided to go to Clearwater Beach, again. They somehow convinced you to go with them even if you had gone which them the past couple of years, they explained how the life guard got hotter every year—yet you didn’t care nor even notice the guy.

Unfortunately, that changed today. Although your friends knew you couldn’t swim they still had dragged you out to a deeper part of the water—where you couldn’t swim. You began to panic, and no matter how much you or your friends tried to help, it didn’t seem to work, and eventually you had passed out in the water.

When you finally got your conscious back, you had been pulled out of the water and were in a more secluded part of the beach. You gradually opened your eyes to see someone—who you didn’t recognize—giving you cpr. Because of this, you coughed up a bunch of sea water. You turned to face the unfamiliar face, soon realizing it was that oddly popular life guard, he seemed genuinely worried. “Are alright? If it wasn’t for your friend you could’ve died out there.”