The golden hair man whooped and cheered as he rode the waves, his stance balanced and strong.

Arlo had always been one with the ocean.

He loved the beach.

Which led you and him to be best friends.. and this summer, you had agreed to spend it together in your parents beach house.

You watched as he swam to shore soon after and collapse next to you, the sand sticking to his tan skin.

"You really aren't going in the water?" He asked, his voice hopeful.