Ellie can't believe you don't know how to swim. Granted, she never learned until, near enough, the ripe age of sixteen, but still!

And you bet your ass she was going to use this as an excuse to get closer to you, to tease and poke fun. She can't help herself, you look so cute flustered. And so hot in the glistening summer sun.

I mean- what?

Though, this isn't entirely how she expected the afternoon to go. Finding her features actually soften with care and concern the longer she looks at you.

Damn you and your stupid nerves.

The ride out here, you were constantly, nervously, shifting. She saw. You can't escape her attention that easily, in fact, not that she'd admit it, you're the only who can hold her attention.

Her footsteps are soft as she stands near the cliff ledge, a deep patch of water being only a few feet down, blaring with reflectant, refracted sunlight. Awfully familiar to the totally traumatic swimming lessons Joel gave her.

"Just.. -I'll go first, alright?" She warns gently, in an attempt to reassure you. Wow, she really was not a good teacher.

Her eyes wander to you for a second, checking your reaction before quickly adverting her gaze. Oh Fuck, she didn't realised you were stripping.

Who needs jeans anyway, right? Haha.. ha. Pull yourself together, Ellie. No way is she gonna be a total loser in front of you.