skinny love; skinny dipping OPEN

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sleepless long nights
that is what my youth was for

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It was Saturday, and rather than spending the day and doing work, Mase decided it was best to spend the beautiful day at the beach.

Hopping the fence to the closed beach, Mase threw off the brown sandals that kept her from feeling the sand. She let the sand squish between her toes, and gave a sort of smile that a five-year-old would give to a free ice cream cone. She was home. Mason was in her element, nothing could ruin her mood.

She took a bit of a jogging start before sprinting down the beach, tossing off the tank top to show her tanned, trim torso. Her bright red hair fluttered to form a frame around her hazely gray eyes, which seemed to be reflecting the water perfectly. She gave a bit of a push off of the sand before diving into the salty water. Mase remained underwater for about five minutes or so, looking around for friendly creatures to gaze at or to see if anyone else was nearby, before emerging.

Catching the sight of a wave Mase placed her hands to the surface of the water, feeling the movement course through her. Mason began to swim her way towards shore, getting caught in the current of the wave and preparing to ride it in. She rose above the crest of the wave and sailed towards the shore, letting the wave pull her under as she tumbled and landed on the soft sand.

The water retreated, and Mason lay there with a wide smile on her face, her eyes blinking through the water. Placing her hands behind his head, she could live on the beach, she could live by a pool, because being near a body of water, she felt closer to her home. She felt happy.


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TAGGED ! [/color]cleo, jackson, you know who you are
LYRICS ! 1234 - Feist
CREDIT ! by ALICIA the LISH.
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[CLEO EVERETT]

Cleo had snuck into tons of beaches during her life.

Her mother had told her not to when they lived in California. She’d said that trespassing was a big deal and there would be a huge fine. Cleo was sure her mother was making it all up – it wasn’t like Cleo was trespassing. Not really. The beach might as well have been her second home. You couldn’t trespass on your own home.

Cleo had yet to sneak into a beach in New York. That was kind of obvious… New York didn’t have very many beaches. However, New York had Coney Island and Coney Island had a beach and that beach was just waiting to be snuck into. Cleo had gone out of her way to plan this. She’d sleep a lot during the day so she wasn’t tired that night. She’d have all her things packed early on.

Until that time, she’d have to go to the beach alone. She’d gone to the beach alone lots of times before, and most of the times sneaking in, she was alone too. So, why was she nervous? Her stomach was in knots and the entire drive to Coney Island, she was gripping the steering wheel as if that would calm her down. Cleo had considered all the possibilities – all the reasons she could be nervous: security guards, drunk creeps wandering around, getting lost on the way home.

However, the moment she rolled her window down and smelled the fresh sea air, she relaxed. Cleo could just barely hear the waves and she pressed down a little harder on the gas pedal, wanting more than anything to be in the ocean, her wonderful ocean, right now. She parked crookedly and she lost a sandal while sprinting to the sand, but she made it. She made it! Cleo tossed her bag over the fence and spent only a moment trying to figure out how she wanted to get over it.

Once she’d handled that, Cleo kicked her sandals off and snatched them up before taking off again towards the waves. Dropping her bag down, Cleo was surprised to see that she was not alone. Did other people really sneak into beaches? Sure, she knew people snuck into places all the time. Rebels or whatever. The first thing Cleo noticed was the very bright red hair. Cleo liked keeping tabs on people who had red hair like she did. She always thought, for SURE, that she’d get along with them.

Next thing she noticed was that the girl was topless. Averting her eyes quickly, Cleo wondered why she was blushing. Tugging her shorts and shirt off, Cleo wiggled her toes in the sand. She shivered, suddenly cold wearing just her bikini, but ignored the chill, reminding herself that she was very close to the ocean. The girl was very close to the water and for a moment, Cleo thought it was funny that all she felt was jealously. Cleo needed to be that close to the water. “Uh, excuse me?” Cleo called out, quietly as she could while still trying to be heard over the sound of the waves. “Mind if I join you?”

Swimming with another person was always way more fun than by yourself, after all.